1940-xx-xx (xx) Mrs. Appelrot Rearranges The Furniture

Well sir, it's late afternoon as our scene opens now, and here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. Rush Gook, all by himself. The young man is just this moment arrived home and he's standing near the Davenport, gazing about him with considerable interest, but his reflections are interrupted by a voice

from upstairs. Listen. Yeah, when'd you move the furniture? Yeah. Yeah. Not do yet, is he? And even for a clack. What'd you think of that leaven room? changed around. Who helped you? Was there ever such a mess? Huh? Look at that bookcase crunched against the whole length of bare wall. Easy chair in the hall corner where

a person could trip over and break their necks. Don't you like the way you fit your library tables sprained every which way like a sore thumb and a sick horse? This room is arranged 1940 style Willie. Isn't it beautiful? What's the idea? Look at the damn port is. Come on, have you got it? I'm in school closing climbing your overalls. You and me

got work to do. Who's been here mine? Why? You've been crying haven't you? Make you think so. Your eyes are. Oh gosh. Listen, let's not stand in twiddle our thumbs. I want every bit of this stuff to push back where it was before your father comes home. Skin out of that good shirt. Your

overalls are saying in the selway. Okay. Well, move. I don't get it. I'd love to have Miss Timbottum see this living room. Or Miss Donohoo. They'd think I'd gone clean out of my belfry. Play the style living room for the year 1940. I'm surprised that Avonport isn't upside down or pasted on the ceiling.