1941-11-xx (xx) Playing Hooky

Well sir, it's quite early in the morning as we enter the small house, halfway up on the next block now, and here in the kitchen we find Mrs. Victor Gookall by herself. Mrs. Gook has just sent her husband and young son off to office and school, respectively, and at the moment is enjoying a relaxing telephone chat with her friend and confidant, Mrs. Fredericks

Stembaum, before embarking upon the duties of the day. Well, it all depends on whether I get through or not, Ruthie. Oh, got oceans of work mapped out for this morning. Yes, the whole upstairs for one thing.

I'm predefined, do all I plan to do, huh? Feel more like stretching out on the damport than going down town. Yes. Well, we'll see. Oh, did you? How are they these days? Still living there on Oakland Avenue, I.

Just a second, Ruthie. What's the matter? forget some I can beg to get some warmer clothes. Rast you busted in. Won't you be late for school? Good morning, lady. Wow. Oh, I rest day. I bet these golly legs down the street. You think?

Hey kid, you. What's going on? I thought I'd better put on some warmer clothes. Is it that cold now? Quite nippy this morning. I'm not to look at the thermometer on my landlady's back. Wait, excuse me, Uncle Fletcher. Miss Dan Baum's here on the telephone.

I'm fine. Ruthie? Sorry to keep you waiting, but my whole family just droll in. Uncle, flex you too. I don't know. No. Well, I bought this afternoon. Suppose I call you around noon. Yes. All right.

All righty lady. You're bye. Sue poker. Cut upstairs and bring me down my heavy sweater. Okay. Well, wait a minute. What is this? They're cleaning the cupboard going today, Sadie. Wait a minute. What is this? They're clean in the cup of billing today, Sadie.