(xx) Grandpa Snyder's Christmas Cards

Well, sir, it's late afternoon, as our scene opens now. And here, walking along the alley toward the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. Victor Gook and his son Mr. Rush Gook.

The gentleman are returning home from Tatman's vacant lot, where the latter apparently enjoyed a brilliant career at Third Base, for he's saying, I had three putouts in a road to my credit in the fourth inning, and three in a row in the fifth.

Talk about your Red Hat Corner. Third Base was sure the Red Hat Corner this afternoon. I must handle twenty separate and distinct crowners. You were wonderful, all right? Well, you saw me. Yes, I did.

And I couldn't help my dear myself. He's wonderful. And man, he's wonderful. Did you happen to be looking when I scooped up Bluetooth Johnson's Wallach? I don't know. It took a crazy bounce. Hit a rock or something.

Anyway, it acted like it was going to go foul. But I was on my toes. I wasn't taking any chances. I stuck out my glove hands and threw my body sideways. Don't believe this is not our back porch.

Man. stuck out my glove handsie and threw my body sideways i might have broke my neck but i stopped that ball rooster davis paid me quite a compliment he's on it over for me short stop the nation i heard the hand in the back that's feeling all apple fella he says rooster davis very seldom hands out compliments

i was flattered where the last time i heard co hi i'm uh... why the last time that guy ever handed anybody a compliment was way back in nineteen thirty five It just so he got near left. I don't know.