(xx) Honorary Titles

Well sir, it's early evening as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook. Vic is seated in his easy chair, reading some sort of brochure, while, said, on the Davenport, languidly scanned as the newspaper.

And at length? Is that another large catalog? It's the thing that come in the yellow envelope the mailman left this afternoon. Is it another large catalog? Yes, after a manner of speaking. Trying to sell you more, John Carley.

You speak with unwonted hushness, Dr. Sleech. Well, by golly, they'll gobble up a person's last nickel if you give them half a chance. We still got a couple of nickels in reserve. What's the God for sale this trip?

A sort of intangible commodity. Large headquarters, through some source to another, have acquired the right sort of... Oh, that's Ruthie. Call about 500. Thought you girls had a definite date. No, we left it up near.

There. She had to wait and tell friend felt the seedling. And kind of halfway off the seed. Hello? Yes, lady. Oh, finished up her half an hour ago. Got my dishes done besides. Uh-huh. Well, I bet we'd love to.

No, I don't even have to ask the big muckety mocks. You, Scallowags, come right on ahead. Oh, now listen. Nobody's forever doing that. Well, if he insists on being stubborn, all right. That crazy Fred says he's gonna bring over ice cream or know the reason why.

Crazy is right. What flavor you want? Chocolate. Chocolate? This is running around the room on one foot, screamed and yelling for chocolate, Ruthie. Yes. Well, fine. Chocolate then, if chocolate's agreeable with Fred. Yes, I guess I remember Fred's fond of chocolate flavor.