(xx) The Scrap Drive

Well sir, it's early evening as our scene opens now, and here on the front porch of the small house halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. Victor Cook all by himself. Mr. Cook is swinging gently in the swing, casually examining the newspaper for stray bits of intelligency may have missed during the initial reading before supper.

And at this moment, say it appears around the corner of the house. Listen. Hey, this grassy doesn't take a hold in some places. Oh, there, CD. You still have not my dream. Hi. Why are you wandering around the yard in that vagabond fashion?

Oh, just seeing how stuff is growing. Come up and sit down by my side. I thought Rush was here with you. Rush come out the door like a tornado and beat it up the street.

Oh, you must have beat it up to Bluetooth Johnson's house. Nice to Scott and Vernon Pickles are both there. Never stopped to tell you about the big excitement, huh? Yeah, he would. Well, he will when he gets back.

What's the big excitement? The boys are going to accumulate scrap. Scrap. Old iron, tin, brass, lead, steel, and like that. Paper, rags, rubber, wire, and so forth. Oh, for the war? Yes, and it's a real good thing.

Everybody's got trash clattering up their house. The government can use, and rushing the boys' plan on... Excuse me, I believe I discerned Russia approaching. Yeah. His step is elastic. No, he's excited about this. He's the chairman of the board.

Him and Nyster and Bluetooth and Vernon have organized a big elaborate organization with a fancy high-falutin name What is it? The Virginia Avenue area, sons of patriotism, salvage, indemnity Hey, hey It is a real good thing.