1940-09-xx (xx) Sleepers Beware - Rush

Well sir, it's a few minutes past twelve o'clock noon as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here, walking along the alley, homeward bound for dinner, we see Mr. Victor Gook and his son Mr. Rush Gook.

Let's fall in behind the gentleman and listen. Leland Richards claims he's going to give Annabelle Hamster a gunnysack full of marshmallows on her birthday. You feel an admire Annabelle? Yeah. A gunnysack full of marshmallows sounds like a sweet delicate and fragile gift.

When my girl's birthday rolls round, I think I'll present her with a cool scuttle full of gumdrops. Or a trash bucket full of peppermint or an old sock full of oranges. Go ahead and enjoy your joke.

No, no. Speaking of Leland Richards, he's about the biggest hired guy I know. Leland Richards would give you the shirt of it. Give me this is where we live. I know we live here. Why don't you turn in then?

You start turning in. All right. I will. I will. If I'd been the one walking on the inside, I'd have to turn in way back there. Sure you would. That's why Mr. and Mrs. Scott haven't got any graphs in their yard.

I can't expect any wonderful grass this time of the year. It's almost October. You're not the person to decide whether... There's nicer in the window. Uh-huh. He's a good boy. Okay Uncle Fletcher. Fine, fine, glorious day.

Glorious day. Almost pasted nicer one upside the snow at school this morning. We're standing lying waiting to take our turn at the drinking pond. And the son of a girl... You arrived home. May I suggest you open the door?