1941-07-xx (xx) Fred's Concrete Partition

And now get ready to smile again with radios home folks, dick and save. No, I haven't even started to leave yet, Fred. I don't guess, Vix, even got a shirt on you. Oh, I expect a lot of P there in the next 20, 25, 30 minutes.

Uh-huh. Oh, really, Fred? How do you mean? Oh, uh-huh. Well, I'll tell them. my blue necktie. Uh-huh. I see. Alright, I'll tell him. Hey, he's talking on the dog bone. Where's my blue necktie? Yes, the second friend.

What's the commotion? Gives how I'm for his blue necktie. It's in your left-hand dress or drawer. But what's the deal with that? I keep my necktie's on the rack and my clothes rising. I pressed it this morning.

I bet that remarked if the teeth out of Govesfury. Yeah, but it did. Sorry, Fred, had the holler to make upstairs. Alright, goodbye Fred. You're especially invited to come with us. Emma. Mr. Sam Bottoms said to bring you if you weren't busy otherwise.

Probably just politeness. No, he made a particular point of it. Wouldn't be surprised by what they laid in extra ice cream and salafina. I'm not even encouraged to take part in the conversation. Only thing I can do is fish a book out of the bookcase and lay down on the damn important read.

Well, search yourself about it. We'd rather go over to Vernon Pickles' house. Search yourself. My object apology is Dr. Sleech. She finds a blue necktie? Yes, and I feel like a cat in a fella.

Here I was screaming in bellyache and about my blue necktie. You know, all the while my dear little wife had ironed it and laid it away. You know, all the while my dear little wife had ironed it and laid it away neatly in my dressy drawer so I can do the whole back to bitter tears of remorse.