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And now get ready to smile again with radios home folks, they can say written by Paul Wright. Well sir, it's early evening as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now.

And here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Cook. Blake is in his easy chair with the newspaper and Sage, who has just completed a telephone conversation, turns to him now with a determined look in her eye. Listen.

Hey, Mr. There's something I'd like to say to you. What is this I love? When Ruthie phones about 500 and I turn to you to talk about it, after this, please don't grunt mother. She hears that.

Why, I have a very gracious notion. What is this? Just now I turned away from the phone and said something about Fred and Ruthie asked in about a car game. You had to be funny, funny man's and run something about Peoria.

Or Ruthie heard that. I know she did. What would you like to have me do? At least act like you're pleased. At least make some remark where it looks like the prospect of a game of 500 with three of you.

A card game with Frederick Lusi. Oh, break it, Lusi. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I really must lose my stays. Why do I just do my best?

No, but I mean that about one Ruthie telephone. She's liable to think. What's that? Somebody's in the kitchen. Oh, yes, yes. Who's there? Everybody, hello little Marley. Somebody did the kitchen say, somebody did the kitchen.

My bad. My goodness, is this the barbell show or what? Somebody did the kitchen. You want to be home all evening, Willie? I got no particular plan. Iran, have I possibly taken you? What's the matter with you, Gus?