(xx) Exalted Big Dipper Day

Well, sir, its early evening as our scene opens now, and here in the living room with the small house halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Guck and their son Mr. Rushgooke.

Vic is established in his easy chair, stirring effectively at the ceiling. Said glances through the newspaper on the Davenport, and young Rush at the library table contemplates his algebra textbook without enthusiasm. And now the master of the manage speaks.

I suppose you noticed I received a letter from Lodge headquarters today. Yeah, a person can't mistake that yellow envelope. The communication contains something rather important. They want you to dig down in your pocket and whip out forty-nine dollars for something?

No money is involved. Uh-huh. This is kind of a thing, say, that you generally make fun of. Is that? I'm so much so I hesitate to tell about it. Don't, then. I think I'd better.

Sides had a little barn lot. Are you particularly busy? No. Be a wonderful fella and step to the bookcase and get me volume seven in my large library. I'll do it. He's studying. No, no. My brain is like a piece of cotton this evening. Can't fasten it on algebra.

Who am I an assistant, one in other topics? Oh. Kido, next Saturday is a significant date as far as the sacred star is the Milky Way is concerned. Yeah? Next Saturday has been set aside as National Exalted Big Dipper Day.

Mm. If a Cernity in general does honor it all, the Exalted Big Dippers and the Exalted Big Dippers themselves do honor it to each other. Huh? A variety of ceremonies are sweet. Here I go.