Runyon 4x-xx-xx ep45 That Ever-Lovin Wife of Hymies

The Damon Runyon Theater. Once again, the Damon Runyon Theater brings you another story by the Master Storyteller, Damon Runyon, and this one, that ever-loving wife of hymns. And to tell it to you, there is Broadway.

Thanks. Well, it is of a racing season that highly are in Florida, and I am there because of St. At this time, I am wondering how to put together a few bobs to get me back to New York, which, being my home, I wish to return to.

But due to the unfriendly attitude of some Gigi's who do not cooperate, I find myself wandering around with no more loose chains than two ten dollar notes. I am walking up a little street when suddenly I hear the following.

Mahagany, you have got to eat it. It is not hay, but it will have to do. Come on, now eat it. Mahagany trying. Look, I will taste it. You will see how good it is.

See? Jaime, Jaime, do I hear right? Is that you? Oh Broadway, well, well, well, come in. I think I recognize your voice. You just mean? I see. I do not know you are in high, Elise.

It's this morning. And what is that? What? That. Oh, a horse. Oh, his name is Mahogany. I pick him up for $100. Put him down again. He's a good horse. But what are you doing with him in the garage?

I am keeping him here until I enter him in a race. I see. And by the way, how does it happen? I do not see you around. I am staying at the hotel. Oh, I am not staying at any hotel.