1941-04-xx (xx) Vic Wins a Broad-brimmed Hat

Sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room We find Mr. Victor Gook and Mr. Rushgook Father and son are seated on opposite sides of the library table competing in a somewhat sluggish game of rummy Listen, I guess cards running in streaks by George last time we played I got dealt spread after spread after spread

So afternoon my paint sports are rotten as a horse How the heck can an individual win a game when luck is against him? What's the matter? I thought I heard a noise in the kitchen.

What did you lunge for? I wasn't aware of a lunge. Almost jumped out of your chair. Why don't you discard? There you are. Eat a damage. Yeah, the Romy tickets run in the streets. I haven't been dulled these hands since we sat down.

Rooster Davis' Big Brother Rotten's got a theory on that topic. Rooster Davis' Big Brother Rotten's figured it out. out hey what are you so nervous about is that your mother you don't get your mother I know what she's home now hey what's eating you guys I say we're playing me sorry yeah yeah I mean nice you're playing with me Russia to go to the grocery

store Russia to go to go to start I think I think you can help your mother with a package got packages I could wash eggs well three dozen of them yams and cut the price right down to the bone. Never mind. Willy. I'll take him upstairs with me when I go.

We've been playing. Let me tell you. Yeah. Orms toast downtown. Just like summer. Ruthie and I saw fellas run around and just the shirt sleeves. What's the matter? Right. You're grinning so foolish. He's been acting peculiar ever since you got home. Oh, say did Miss Apparot telephone.