(xx) YY Flirch Elected Best Looking Man

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the kitchen we find Mrs. Victor Gook and young Mr. Rush Gook. Mother and son have only just this moment arrived home and they're removing their hats and coats.

A voice from the living room calls. Listen. You say? Yes! Hello! We know it. My rubber's on the backboard. I'm home, say? All right, that's fine. Take my coat, Willie. Spread it out in the banister in the hallway.

It's damp from melted snow and I don't want it watered. Okay. Hope you people don't have plans formulated requiring your presence here in the divinume. Why? You working? Gotta mean rotten job, foisted off on me, and I'll be busy as a horse, clear up through supper time.

Oh, clear out and leave you long. Well, please do. I have to be finished by five o'clock. I'm hogging in, I'm hogging in. I'm hogging in. See you it is, will ya? Hope it's no half wet wanting to chew the fat. I can't spare a moment.

Yes. Yes, I believe he is. Rush. And your handy. Who's with Johnson? Some kid. Well, what's no doc? Time to sign this notion. Could be Rucher Davis. We'll cut his shot, Andy. Hello? Yes. Oh, there.

Willis Roarbeck by George. We'll cut his shot. Well, you've been since the cat died, Willis. Haven't seen you for a week. Excellent help. Excellent help. Temperature normal, pulse regular, blood pressure steady and appetite strong in yourself.

Hmm. Don't sit there and scow and work yourself up thick. You'll be done in a second and I'll show them out in the kitchen. Oh, very, very slight headache today before yesterday, Willis. Why don't you start to hear it?