1940-xx-xx (xx) Vic's Photograph With RJ Konk

Well sir, it's about seven thirty o'clock as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now and we find our friends settled for a quiet evening at home. Mr. Victor Gook lounges in his easy chair and gazes absolutely at the bookcase.

Mrs. Victor Gook occupies a corner of the Davenport where she industriously darrs, gentlemen, socks and young rush is established at the library table. He reads aloud from a volume of colorful fiction. Through Lieutenant Clinton's Stanley blared inimically at the chief of the Conner Fenton South American pygmies.

What did you want to go to work and shoot me with that poisoned arrow before he demanded? Don't talk to him. He's beneath your notice put in Lady Margaret, who stood nearby. Very well returned to hands of young officer.

He tucked the beautiful woman's arm beneath his own and the loving couple stalked rapidly away. Later in the afternoon, a party of explorers were to be seen, making their way slowly through the underbrush. They were under the command of Colonel Arthur v. Upscutch, a man of soldierly bearing an undaunted courage, whose exploits among the counterfeit natives of the Dibre.

I have a restaurant, 3rd lieutenant Stanley and his chum speed. I have an observation that you would make to your mother. Okay. Are you awake, Sadie? Yeah, I hope I am. Be pretty hard for a person to darn socks asleep.

Yes, it is. Yes, it is. What you say is sound and irreffitable. Hey, skipping over a few pages, I see where 3rd lieutenant Stanley gets in a fight with a counterfeit animal trainer. Brother Stanley and his adversary can wait.