(xx) Tearing Down a Three Story Brick Building

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room We find Mrs. Victor Gook and young Mr. Rushgook. Mrs. Gook sits near a window, darning socks while her son Preciously arrived from school, flings himself acrobatically on the Davenport. Listen

You'll break that. No, well too. It's getting old. Can't stand such treatment. I never lean on it in a vital spot My body hits it at an angle where the springs can absorb the shock.

The heavy parts don't grow on trees, remember. Cost lots and lots of money. What you been doing since school? Shooting baskets over in Bluetooth Johnson's backyard. Need me for something? Uh-uh. Worked up the alley with Mr. Gifford just now.

We got in conversation and doctored up a scheme that's so important. Your shoes are synced right through the sidewalk. What Mr. Gifford is that? Mr. J. J. Gifford. You know, resides in the 700 block on university.

Oh, the contractor man. Yeah. That's the big scheme. Mom, I personally am gonna tear down a three-story brick building. Right so? All by myself and with nobody helping. Where's the building? Way out in West Marbury near College Street.

You've been past there. Real old red brick warehouse sort of a looking place. Oh, just before you make that turn when you want to get on the hard road to Peoria. That's it. You're going to tear it down.

All by myself and with nobody helping. Mr. Gifford, tell me you could. The arrangements are all settled. Here's a setup. Mr. Gifford's got the contract to tear down the building. His plans is to start work a week from Monday.