(xx) Preselected School Clothes

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here on the front porch we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook. Say, the swinging gently in the swing. And Vic, who has just this moment arrived home from the office, prepares to see himself beside her.

Listen. Willie out and back? Yeah. What doing? Sitting on the steps. He's mad. Sue, where are you? I was at pains to wish him a jolly good afternoon and received only a sudden rejoin day He's mad at his mother boy. Oh She went downtown and bought him clothes for school seems to me. He'd be overjoyed

He wants to pick out his own clothes If he didn't come into use as a boy. I used to want to pick out my own clothes. Did you pick him off? No Hand over the shiffy letters telegrams and cables that he arrived during my absence Bill never even stopped, walked right on past.

Next time I see him I'll slash him within an inch of his life. Certainly left a big batch of stuff at Scott's. Must have been a dozen pieces of mail he left. They correspond around till who led the chunk.

I expect the thing of it is she's got five sisters and writing letters back and forth with that. That's very sunshine. Oh, that is with him. His mother wouldn't let him buy his own clothes.

You know what he do, don't you? He's got out the loudest crashes junk in town. Lord, are you a tongue clamp or a mashy shot? I wouldn't rile him up anymore, he is. Once he got to be riled about, seems to me we tolerate considerable temperament around this place.