1941-11-xx (xx) Car Ride To Chenoa

Well sir, it's early evening as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room we find Mr. Victor Gookall by himself. Mr. Gook is at the telephone chatting with his friend and fellow office worker, Ike Neesuffer.

Listen. No, now you take Plan 17 there in Dubuque, Iowa. Seems they have a foreman, an assistant foreman, and an assistant foreman's helper. Sort of a boss, straw boss, and substraw boss, set down. Oh man.

Just a second, Ike. What's the matter up there? Hey, it's Mom or my pants, sir. Mom's outdoors. I can't find my pants. Well, I'm very sad, but I don't see how I can be of any assistance.

Please don't holler anymore. What? I say please don't holler anymore. I'm talking on the telephone. Pardon the delay, Ike. Where were we? Oh, uh-huh. Well, like I told you, they handle their box in department situation pretty much like the we do.

Me? That's right. I'm on the phone, Kido. Ruthie? I can't suffer. Oh. My apologies again, I... Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Goodbye. What's on his mind? Nothing much. Just wanted to talk some shop. Where's Willie? Upstairs.

Kido, I have grave titans. How you mean? Bad news. Sit down here beside me, sweetie. Bad news sit down here besides me so you won't be in danger for him heavily into the floor When you went outside a while ago, Hank News myself Stuck my neck out into the middle of next week. Oh, so well go ahead with what you start to tell

Hank got stopped pouring in on the right to shin over Said I couldn't help it Circumstances so adjusted themselves. I was well. Hey don't make this any more complicated than it is already is it complicated already It seems like we never arranged to go riding with the STEM bottoms, but what misery and