Bid and Asked

This place I want you to get. Well, anything wrong? No, no, not a thing, Mr. Reed. Oh, wait a minute, that letter can wait. When I came in here, you were typing that letter in slow motion.

Sorry, Mr. Reed, I guess I was daydreaming. About what? Well, I've had an offer from the Clarian, and I was thinking about Clarian. Clarian? That scandal sheet? Well, I'll be a secretary there when you can be a secretary here.

This wasn't a secretary-o job. The Clarian wants me as a reporter. Good grief, Mr. Rita. I give my new summer dress to be a reporter. I see. Well, perhaps you will be a reporter in this case, but if you are, you will work for the Savo.

I get that lolly and I'll be following up this phone call. You're giving this note. Well, I get moving. All I said was perhaps. Gosh, I... Mr. Rita, I could kill you! Hey! Oh, now, let's take a little brief read.

During young publisher matches with the underworld, risking his life at criminals and racketeers within the law, May feel its weight by the sting of the Green Hornet. Ride with the freed as he races to another pulling adventure.

The Green Hornet strikes again. The Mexican structure rockets here. Fuzz good activity. Rewrite men, pounder their typewriters.

Coffee boys, carried blue-canceled news, hurriedly, with a line of titles. The set-nose is going to breast and have an hour. But okay, the red-green secretary has got it into the room. Got one quick glance around and made a p-line for Ed Lorry.

Lorry? Hey, what are you doing in here? I'm looking for you, me. I thought the boss was your heart, probably. Mr. Lee out of there. I hate to admit it ugly month, but you're not my ideal.