(xx) Vic's Picture Not in Quarterly

Well sir, it's few minutes past twelve o'clock 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 her son, Mr. Rushgook. Since our friends aren't in the kitchen for taking of their noon-day meal, it's our immediate inference that the meat's not done,

and that's exactly the case. Listen. Both you and your father expressly asked for beef-punkles. Beef-punkles require ages and ages to get tender, so don't complain about the delay. Okay, that is the boy that'll come plain you say Sadie you may pack your beliefs yeah Sadie you may pack your beliefs and quit the premises

I have warned you that the next time I come home and found the meat not done I'd marry some other woman Delivery boys fall I never got my beef punkles on the stove earlier never showed up till almost 10 o'clock I'm astonished mr. Croucher keeps him. He's a smart ally. He kid too this morning

He answered me back flip when I am quiet. No. Hey Hey! Hey! Sadie, you may pack your release. Uh-huh. My kitchen will ideally quarterly come. Go on, I never looked to see if there was any mail.

I'll go. Kid, oh, did my magazine come? Well, I don't know. Well, he's going to mailbox. If they're done, I can see it through the window. I must have been busy this morning. I never forget to bring in the mail.

I saw Steve Chespuddy downtown. They told me they made a horrible mistake. Oh. The editors of the kitchen will ideally squirtle you. What'd they do? Oh printed some half-wits picture and labeled it Victor R. Gokka plan number 14.