(xx) Mr. Chinbunny Wants to Smoke Cigars - Rush

And now get ready to smile again with radio's home folks, Chris Coe's Vic and Said. 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 Mr. and Mrs. Victor go.

Vic is established in his easy chair with the newspaper, while Said, who occupies a corner of the Davenport, reads a book. And now a silence of some duration is broken. Listen. Oh, yes, it's very oh this trashy novel of rushes.

30-10 standing? Yeah. 30-10 standing is a bad boy. It's lady Margaret that makes me tired. What's she up to? Oh, always blushing and waltzing around and hiding her face behind her fan and glancing and coquetteishly down at her fashionable French spats.

Well here, he never heard such junk. The beautiful woman, Pinken. She stooped over quickly and pretended to adjust her fashionable French spats. She didn't want the handsome young officer to see her shine and eyes and quiver and lips.

Give me eight kisses, sweetheart. Breathe her lieutenant's family. And his name is her. Oh, golly, what's silly, man? They're Lieutenant Stan and Lady Margaret don't either want to Mac very bright. No. Mr. Timbunny telephone?

Oh. Mr. Timbunny. Nobody's telephone. Mr. Timbunny will telephone pretty soon. What for? He's anxious to get in touch with Guff. What? Well, sir, by George, it's quite a thing. He's going to ask you to teach him how to smoke cigars.

Oh, God. Absolute fact. I'll bet $9 a telephone rings within the next ten minutes. Smoke cigars? Yeah. I just got all the information from Heidi Call. Mr. Chenbunny is a tenon-a-meeting of Illinois high school principals in Chicago this common Saturday and he wants to be able to whip out big black cigars and puff away