(xx) The Prize Clock

A while again with radios home folks, they can say, written by Paul Rine. Don, over to Mr. Hodges. She won't be home till five o'clock. Oh. And there is so many to hand it to her personally.

Huh, huh. She didn't want me just to leave that in the fortress someplace, might get stolen. Yeah. Or injured by this whole weather. Sure. Boy, you might as well take your coat off. Not anymore, it's near five o'clock.

Oh. Those two, Johnson, phone a little while ago. That's it, right. We'll do a couple this afternoon, He won't believe there's a Michigan-Fichigan living in Michigan. Huh? He won't believe it, and he won't believe it.

Blue-two, I tell him. I'll cross my heart and hope to die. Eat a banana-nol or high. If there's not a Mr. Michigan-Fichigan living in Michigan. He just shakes his head sadly. I don't doubt it, but he says.

Sometimes I'd like to introduce him to my father. He's been out west. Who's that, I inquire? Mr. X's Texas, Texas, Texas. Is his rejoinder? X's Texas, Texas, Texas, Texas. Baker court Mr.. Handsome pop though. Yeah Give nice prizes Assembly ladies never buy things as elegant as this the most expensive prize we ever

I Cryptan softly like the banter. Yeah, I never heard the banks are open. Hi Is that your voice is stating goop the sweetest good at all the words. Yeah Now, where about this new graduate lives?

Oh, it's 712 and a half West Locustree. You want to be awful, awful, careful you don't drop that lovely clock going over. And trust me, I'm being paid 25 cents. So, hello, Radie. I mean, hello, Sadie.