1943-09-xx (xx) Russell Tenders His Resignations

is an over-only little while 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 York and young Mr. Russell Miller.

The master of the Monage Louds is in his easy chair with the newspaper, saves quietly Darren Flock from the Davenport, and young Russell at the library table appears to be writing a letter. And after a time one of our friends observes.

I bet that's my good yellow stationery you're sitting in with. Do you mind if I use them? I've never heard anybody come and ask my permission. Oh, ask them. Yeah. First walk in the people's van, filled in and fill over cold pockets with million dollar bills and then telegraph from Pontiac and then choir. It's all right. I don't grasp the point.

First, you can't go ahead and do something and ask permission afterwards. Oh, I don't think you can. I use your stationery. I told you who I think I'll put my uncle to show. Just ask if I reach something out loud?

It sure would, but go ahead. You can listen to him, huh? What am I saying? Mr. William Hinker, city. There are Mr. Hinker. Because I wish to devote my entire time to my studies, I hereby resign my membership in the public library, younger boys research club.

I regret the necessity for taking this step, I see your my schoolwork comes first. You're very truly awesome, Eric. What's the idea? You don't catch on? Would I ask if I caught on? Well, think a minute you'll catch on.

I bet you'll catch on, Gav. I'm gonna see that this letter gets widely circulated. School starts next week. It's to my advantage to make a red heart impression on the various teachers. Mm. Nine catch on marks?