(xx) Rush's School Clothes

Well sir, it's a few minutes past twelve o'clock noon as our scene opens now, and here in the living room of the small house halfway up to the next block We find Mrs. Victor Gulk and young Mr. Rushgook.

Sadie's established on the Davenport and her son, who just this moment arrived home from a vigorous morning of baseball and Tatman's vacant lot, sees himself beside her saying cheerfully. Please not, Donna. No one won't be for a little bit.

Maybe I ought to pretend to fly into a frenzy arranged like Governor's when dinner's not ready for you. Yeah. Well, you appreciate how long it takes beef-punkles to cook tender. Uh-huh. We discussed it as I was leaving this morning.

Mm-hmm. The subject of beef-punkles flitted through my brains quite often during the ball game. You take a thought along about four-thir-fifths inning and they get hungry. Well, I almost missed a high fly in short-left field because I got to think of how delicious beef-punkles are. Oh, hey, Willie, before I forget.

Yeah. You had to come down to Yammleton's at three o'clock this afternoon. What for? School of Coast. School starts in two weeks, and you have to have to... I'm in to meet you down in Yammelton's at three o'clock this afternoon to buy school clothes.

Yes. What's the matter? Impossible. Impossible nothing. You don't have to play baseball every minute of the day at night. Why are you supposed to be... This has got nothing to do with baseball. Whatever it's got something to do with.

I'll expect to see you at three o'clock on the top. It's all set. My mother picks out my school clothes again this year, huh? Of course it's all set. Your mother picks out your school clothes.