1942-xx-xx (xx) Vic's Inspection Tour

Well sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while at the RC in Open Snell, and here in the living room of a small house halfway up in the next block we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goep.

Vic is at the telephone talking earnestly with his employer Mr. Rubich, while saying, wearing an apron and carrying a dish towel, hovers near the library table. Yes, I believe I've got everything organized, Chief. No, I'll be there with bells on and we're in to go.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah. I want some. Go ahead. Finish your care. Oh, that's right, Chief. I'll have all that material in my briefcase. No, I believe I'm all set to climb on the train this minute if necessary.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. This is all of them. I went to all you had washed. You were saying Mr. Rubik. He could have gone ahead and washed the rest of them. Oh. And went to them too?

Why not? That'd be a fine divisional labor. One, two, three. People are pleased. Let your father talk on the telephone. Why is everybody lurking around like chicken hock? Make the guy uncomfortable, trust you. Oh, a big fine Mr. Rubik.

Those arrangements have all been made, Mr. Rubik. Yep. Yep. No, I think I can pretty well say that I've got a clean plate as far as the office is concerned. Yeah, fella, don't go on amongst inspection to you every day.

You bet. He is tomorrow. He's at need, number 104. Can you give you a compliment, City? Oh, not compliment. But he's gratified with the way that I've puffled down and got stuff and saved to leave on his inspection to his.