1939-12-xx (xx) Rush Is Getting on in Years

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house half way up in the next block now, and here in the living room We find Mrs. Victor Gook and young mr. Rushgook Sayed quietly darned socks near the window while her son who arrived home only a moment ago Returns from the hallway where he's deposited his hat novere coat. Listen

How's everything with you? Breathe there. Who are you been since dinner? Doesn't different places. Mr. Davis come along and hollered outside shortly after you left. Probably in search of my personal society. I have an idea that's what he wanted.

Anybody else? No. I saw Milton and Leland walk past, but they never stopped. Milton and Leland attended the matinee at the by-jole. I've been in the personal society of Smully Clark and Leroy Snow all afternoon.

Tampins vacant law? Part of the time. Mom, I discovered something today, you know what? You know what? What did you discover? I'm getting on in years. So is everybody. No, but I am. I haven't got the endurance I used to have.

No, I acme home. Why? Decided I'd lay down on the dab important taking the app. Sleepy? Yeah. Imagine me taking a nap in the afternoon. Why, I haven't done that since I was four years old.

I guess you're getting pretty feeble. I think so. Time is telling on me. The reason is I've lived too vigorous. Can't stand the gap anymore like I used to. Maybe we'll have to send you to the old man's home.

No, but no kidding. You look fine in the old man's home at age 14. I think Julius Caesar went to pot when he was around 20. Maybe it was Napoleon. Somebody in history. Did you tire yourself off this afternoon?