Runyon 4x-xx-xx ep47 A Story Goes with It

The Damon Runyon Theater. Once again, the Damon Runyon Theater brings you another story by the master storyteller, Damon Runyon. And this one, a story goes with it. And to tell it to you, here is Broadway.

Thanks. Well, it is of a racing time at Saracoga, and I am there. I am feeling fine because the night before this afternoon, I make a few pounds on some very willing dice. I am walking along, when all of a sudden I spot hot horse Herbie.

Now, Herbie is generally with empty pockets, and I know he knows I do all right. So, I suddenly think of a place I have to be in the opposite direction. But just when I think I am out of reach, I hear...

Hello, Broadway. Oh, hello, Herbie. What do you do? Tunnel in the ground to come up in front of me? Ah, you are not glad to see me. Historical with happiness, so long. Ah, Broadway. The answer is no.

I do not ask you anything. The gleam in your eye does. I hear about you and the little cubes last night. Herbie, I have got to pay the mortgage on the old farm in Indiana.

I am sending a brother through college and my sister in California wants to come home. You are never in Indiana. You never have a brother, much less a sister. How much Herbie? Broadway, I do not ask you for a red scent.

I never open my kisser about dough. In fact, I just wish to wish you a good afternoon. Hey, Daisy, Broadway. I will see you some other time. When Hot Horse Herby walks away without putting a bite on me, all I am able to do is stand there with my mouth open.