Christmas Bonuses from Mr Stevenson

The life of Riley with William Bandic says Riley. Well, it's Christmas Eve, and in the Riley house, there is peace and goodwill toward all men. But this definitely was not the case a few days ago when Riley was a man sorely beset by trouble.

It began one evening as our hero, a pencil stub in his hand, and a dazed look on his face was going over the monthly bill. 7, 6, 40, 2, 9... Two nine. Right, they haven't finished adding those bills up yet.

Takes time, Peg. I ain't mad, machine. Only got 10 fingers. No. Let's see, electricity, that's okay. Gas okay. Hey, what's this? $12 for a pair of pants? The junior. Well, you just got a pair of pants last spring.

I know, but he's awful hard on pants. It's those school benches sliding in and out all day long. It just wears out the seat of his bed. Now, well, it's got to stop. I send that kid to school to use his head.

How much longer are you going to be with those bills? I'm all through, Peg. And this month for a change, we ain't in the red. We're even two bucks ahead. A nice little reserve for a rainy day.

Well, anyway, a drizzle. But this is what happens when I'm in charge of the budget. Because I plan. I'm maneuver. From now on, I'm the treasurer in this family. Yes, sir. But Riley, what about Christmas presents?

We'll need at least $50. I hereby resign as treasurer. And it's only a few days off. Fourth-credder early this year, huh? Same as every year. She had clean forgot it was next week. $2. And I promised you and you were a bike and beds or wristwatch.