(xx) A Manual for Wives of Sky Brothers

Well, sir, Mr. Mrs. Victor Googter in the living room as we join them at the small house halfway up in the next block now. It's late afternoon, and the master of the menages just arrived home from the office, and his wife is saying, I received a peachy letter from Lodge headquarters this afternoon.

You did. They want to tell me a book. Was the letter addressed to you? Sure. What kind of a book? A fine, elegant book I'm supposed to study. What's the name of it? Oh, I don't know a manual for wives of sky brothers and the sacred stars the milky way or something Oh, where's the wedding? Blue I left it on the kitchen sink brush still out there. Yeah steady analogy, but oh, Willie

Bring in that yellow open trash on the sink. Okay And Chicago fell a sure got their nerve boy Tell me I ought to wash my face nice and clean so my husband won't be ashamed of me Oh, truth. One of the rules to be followed by wife's obliged members. Keep the face and hands clean at all times.

Huh. Poor Vaidu insinuate I'd go around with a dirty face. And stuff cooking on the gas stove okay, ma'am? Why? Making a gurgling sound like it needed water. That's all right. You threw a study in algebra?

For the time being, I may get in a few more licks after supper. Oh, God. I believe I greeted you in the kitchen a moment ago. Yeah, you did. And I won't waste any breath with further hello's.

Okay, here's your letter, man. Thanks. You interested in the hand or two of Rummy? Uh. Smelly Clark passed an astonishing remark this afternoon. He was sitting on a bench in the gymnasium taking his shoes off, and he noticed a hole in his sock.