(xx) Marching Team Pictures

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 all our friends assembled. Say it is seated on the Davenport sewing.

Young rush lounges in his father's easy chair, and Vic stands beside the library table, removing his overcoat, for he's just this moment arrived home from the office. Listen. Did you grant you my large-life magazine?

You're large magazine. I haven't even seen it. Didn't you come this afternoon? Call me. I guess I never looked in the mailbox. When was to come? Like me suffers come. They all get married together.

Go see Dr. Slich. Okay. Say, well, I think of it. You said I could have a dime if I... Not long did the mailbox. I'll take up trivial business matters, lady. It's not trivial to me. My financial condition is not more.

Cool. Kilo. Guess what? They printed you pictures? They printed my pictures. And not only my picture, but individual pictures of the entire membership of the All Star Marching Team. Oh? The whole push. Won't it be interesting to see what the different guys look like?

I've seen some of them, you know. That's right, you have Robert and Slobbert Hink. Robert and Slobbert Hink and YY Flirt. Oh sure. And you, of course, I've seen you. Yeah. Well, I certainly have to look at the photographs.

There's five members of the All Star Marching Team. I've never said anything. Oh, you haven't seen the magazine yet? No, like Nieseffert told me to arrive today. May our man deliver to his this morning.

Ah. Of the raster of the all-star marching team or the sacred stars of the Milky Way, I've met myself, of course. YY-FLURCH, J.J. J. J. Stunbold, Robert and Slabertink, and H.K. Fleiber. How many is that?