Junior's School Play

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The number of friends for a beautiful smile is C-E-L-P-E-L. And just the last is R-I-L-E-Y Riley and the life of Riley. Now let's the lunch hour at the California aircraft plant where Chester A. Riley is a riveter. Riley usually lunches with his friend, co-worker and rival Jim Gillis. Both men are unusually proud of their respective sons, but apparently Gillis doesn't think much of

Riley's son, Jr. You know, it's none of my business, Riley, but my boy Eggbait says that the teacher makes your junior standing the corner so often his head is taking on the shape of a triangle.

You would not really mean that, you know, you're just being jealous because my junior is a genius. You'll give me a big pain, right? He's always bragging about that kid of yours. Just what did your junior ever do? I'm very glad you asked that, you know. I'll answer that question was bad. What did your egg bird have a do? Okay, Riley, you opened your mouth.

Now I'll stick my foot. Paired, take a look at this newspaper that the junior high school gets up. It's got my egg boy's picture splashed across the front plate. You see? My boy ain't gruesome, he's the image of me.

That's what I mean. And underneath my egg-brite picture, there's a caption. Guess what that said. Don't let this happen to your boy. Very humorous. I'll read it to you. Egg-brite gillot, one of the featured players in the John J.