(xx) Nicer the Goader

Well sir, it's about seven thirty o'clock as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor goog settling themselves for a quiet evening at home.

Oh, young Rushgoog is present also on his mother who regards him with considerable severity is saying, Did you hit him? Wasn't it very hard yet. But you didn't hit him. Boy, we shoved in a blow.

Your mother is warned you on several previous occasions to lay off nicer hasn't she, in disdain? He makes me so darn mad. Well then why do you associate with him? Yeah, that's a good question.

Listen, Willie, you've heard me talk about this a good many times already, so there isn't much use going all over again. But I want you to quit biting nicer Scott. I mean that now. Kid squabbles makes parents squabbles.

There's nothing I hate worse than being on the aunts with my next-door neighbors. You've been told and told and told about quarrelin with nicer. When's that finally gonna penetrate into your head? I don't start the quarrels.

Well you're always the one that does the headache. Sure, because nicer goes me to the point where flesh and blood can no longer stand in. Oh, well, you flesh and blood my foot. Well, what do you let yourself be good at for a thumbtack?

Nisor knows he can get you good. He teaches you for fun. The thing to do is to laugh at him. him. The other day you are upset because Milton teased you. Only smoke you not any infant.

No, and as far as that goes you tease kids yourself when you get a chance. Oh. Yesterday afternoon I was in the back yard. I heard you picking on Leroy Snow. Josh and him about having a girl. Kept it up for a long time. I had my pantry window open and heard every word.