(xx) Official Host

And now get ready to smile again with radios, home folks, Vic and Sey. Who else is? It's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up in the next lockdown.

And here in the kitchen we find Mr. Victor Gook and his son, Mr. Rushgook. Mr. Victor Gook has drawn the kitchen table over about the sink for the lights the best, and he's doing a spot of office work at home.

And Mr. Rushgook, who just this moment arrived from school, removes his cap and overcoat. Listen. Thought through there, guy? I am so with the actual labor. All I have to do now is copy some figures neatly on the sheet of paper.

It's all right if I talk then, huh? You go ahead. Mom's not upstairs? Mom's next door. She was in the fact with my dandelier. What's on your mind? I've been doing considerable thinking about the party we're going to have a week from Saturday.

Huh? It reached me my eraser. I dropped it on the floor. That party was taken right out of my hands, you know. So I understand. here mom started out by making me a official host the party was to be in honor a nicer scotton i was going to be in charge of all arrangements

but she figured too many people that have to be invited so he decided to leave out the kids and took over the arrangements herself you see the good sense of that don't you we can get the population of the united states in this modest welling no just the same What exactly is your beef?

If I could be reinstated as a official host, I'd put on a party you'd hear about. You have my sympathy crap meat, but I don't see what I can do about the media. Well, I was thinking maybe you could persuade mine.