(xx) Door Stops

Well, sir, it's early evening as our scene opens now, and here in the living room of the small house halfway up to the next block, we find Mrs. Victor Gook and her son, Mr. Rush Gook.

The letter has just arrived home with a bit of intelligence his mother finds upsetting. Listen. Where did you see Uncle Fletcher? Up at the corner of Ciauzi Street. He was on his way to the Breit-Kentucky Hotel to visit Mr. Gunfox.

He didn't have the railroad tracks with him. Naturally, Matt. Nobody could lug a tennis dealer, huh? Who are we going to get railroad tracks? Us, Mr. Ms. Donohue. Mr. Ms. Danbotim and his lady Miss Keller.

Goodness gracious. I'm giving away a secret telling you this mine but I thought I'd better. Yeah, maybe we can put a stop to it. Where's Gug? Right on the front steps. Big! I gotta hold you.

Come in here once. Is there a beautiful woman heavenly man in Grace, the heavy-30's on the telephone? Come in here once. Where are the railroad tracks now? CNA shot. Uncle Fletcher's pale down there, cut up the different sections just this afternoon.

How much does each section weigh, did you say? 440 pounds. Nice talk. Uncle Fletcher considers him very dainty, cute little present. Upward foot length of railroad track, right, she says, makes about as good a door stop as it fell at once.

440 pounds of solid steel can be dependent upon to hold a door open or hold a door shut. I should think so. Greetings, Dr. Sleech. Who's your friend enough in chum? I don't think I care to bend the familiarity back and forth until we've been happily in the news.