(xx) Landlady's Photos

Well, sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while as we enter the small house halfway up to the next block now. And here in the living room we find all our friends assembled, including Uncle Fletchger Rush, late at Dixon, Illinois.

Uncle Fletchger is speaking at the moment. Listen. At the old-headed roll on the Davenport, then everybody can look at the photo-baptured lunch. Four makes it pretty tense. Please have an uncle Fletcher. You can sit in my lap, Rod.

Thanks, but maybe I better not. Heavy as a horse. Drop a chair, Willie. Yeah, that's the best idea. Oh, what photographs we gonna look at? Photographs, snapshots, pictures, and knick-knacks. Byline, Lady Most Colored, I got over-truck this afternoon.

What that do is a half-wit box. I left it in the hallway, I think. Why am I? I'll go get it. Fine. You're a good boy. He's a good boy. You showed us the batch of photographs way less summer on confetti.

These aren't the same ones, are they? Fine. Delicious supper, lady. Did taste kind of good. Today this could have been me, Lear. Yes, that's good. That's right. I ate my hungry baboon. Sorry, I spilled gravy on my necktie, little.

Oh, that was alright. No, darkness they gave or so. I go along 20 years without spilling gravy on my necktie. and get invited to take supper at one deeces house and go to work and spill gravy over that uh...

it can be cleaned not at all say he wasn't sure for thanks for us saying a very substantial bias you got to keep your foot in there soon you know what come in that box brick mose hit the mail right on the end brick mose did come in that box feel good boy