(xx) Mr. Donahue Asks for a Demotion

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here on the front porch we find Mr. Victor Gook and his son, Mr. Rush Gook, swinging gently in the swing. The gentleman arrived home from office in baseball diamond only a few minutes ago, and they're chatting idly about various unimportant matters. We hear

Rush say, Nobody can say for a fact oranges are more delicious than bananas, can they? No. Well, nice, you're scot-set it for a fact. Did you paste it one upside this notion? But I felt like it bamboomed.

Oranges are more delicious than bananas, he says. Any half-witness that. Smelly Clark took him up on it. Look here, Chummy, he says. You go ahead and like oranges. I'll go ahead and like bananas. Where was this?

The living room, Berkeley's. Hi. Where you been? Next door. Scott's. Donut. I was worried sick. I felt that my bones that you'd run away with the brickmush man and got married. Uh-huh. I'm still terribly than little.

Yeah. What's the same time, Julie? Yeah, we made connections over in Tampins, making a lot. He certainly raised an awful holler in the backyard after you left us new. Rush, rush, rush! I went out and shushed him up.

Mr. Dinah, who just came in off in the Kansas City freight dragon, was in bed trying to sleep. He's got an awful lot of voice out of him that guy. I'll say. You tell your mother scolded him?

Uh-uh. Well, I did. You'll have to quit that yellin' I said. The man next door wants to sleep. Rush isn't home. Oh, you're talking about. What's his name? You know, it's honey, wouldn't you like to sit down in the rail and let mother have the swing?