(xx) Smelly Cuts Rush's Hair

Well sir, it's late afternoon as our scene opens now, and here in the kitchen of the small house halfway up in the next block We discover Mr. Rushbrook all by himself The young man wears a hat on his head and a hearest expression on his face at the moment He's talking over the telephone listen. Oh, I see mister though

Yes, well, uh, what time does she gently arrive home from taking her music lesson? any minute now Will you please? I hope so. I hope so. I hope so. I hope so. Aha. The telephone doctor, excuse me.

All right, Miss Tizzle. You just tell Miller to give me a slight ring if convenient when she gets home. Thank you very much. I will. Goodbye. What's the idea, Miss? Two-thill call on us up on the telephone.

I was the one that did the call on. Oh, you are, are you? All right? Take off your hold. You act like you're in a jolly mood. I am. Had an excellent afternoon at the office.

Who was she always in a jolly mood? You find yourself down hard, it didn't blue. Yeah. Take off your hat then, maybe that'd help. If I took off my hat, you'd get greatly excited. Oh, I don't know as I would.

I've seen plenty of funny shaped heads before. I think I'll leave my hat on for a while. Shoot yourself. Where's my wife? Downtown, I expect. That's where she said she was going at dinner this noon.

In that case, I see no reason why I shouldn't go in the other room and grape my little buddy on the dab report. A short nap and a sweet dream is about my speech. Okay.