1939-xx-xx (xx) A Letter To Walter

Get ready to smile again with radios home folks. They can say, written by Paul Riper. Well sir, it's early evening as our scene opens now and here in the living room with the small house halfway up in the next block, we find our friends abiding quietly at home.

Mr. Victor Gugge and Mr. Rush Gugge are established on opposite sides of the library table, competing briskly at Rummy, while Sade and her husband's easy chair, concerns herself with the daily love story in the newspaper at this particular moment one of the card players is remarking you hear my man is a rule about looking at the discard

you do it lots of time cited in you've made a serious accusation unless you substantiate that act a lot of my play with your turn always and see your poor butter brain can't even question Hello, they say. How are you?

I enjoyed you looking fine. No, but I wish you'd do. Go over there and give you a hug? I wish you'd write to Walter. Oh. How long's it been since you dropped him a line?

I don't know. Been years and years, ain't it? You're so. Ain't you kind of ashamed? Uh-oh. How long's it been since Walter dropped me, have I? That's different. Why? Walter's not a letter right in fella.

I am. Sure. Sit down there in your office and rip off letters to people all day long. What the heck would I say? Oh, just some chatty little talky talky baby. Excuse me, ma. June.

Three sixes, three fours and the ten Jack Queen and King of Faith. You must have resorted to low cunning to accumulate that many spreads so quick. Your deal is trapped. Why don't you do it right now, Vic?