(xx) The Color of Gumpox's Eyes

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

And here in the living room we find Vic and young Russell. The former seated in his easy chair, glancing through a recent issue of the kitchenware dealers quarterly, and the letter at ease on the Davenport reads a book.

Silence is prevailed for considerable time, but now Anybody in the living room are they that's mom oh impossible Hello Grocery yeah With you he sure is come take him away, but your individuals like myself. That's neither little So here you are mr. Talkie talk talkie talk I understand you've been telling a few tales out of school

Oh, tales out of school. What'd you say to Mr. Gunpox? Perhaps you have reference to this. I refer to the other day when I told Gav about me and Ms. Raises come having an argument over the color of Mr. Gunpox's eyes.

Oh, you mean the cherry? The story back to him, didn't you? Well, I mentioned it, sure. I figured you were the guilty party. Vic, you know what I'm talking about? The garbage man's eyes. Ah-ha.

Mr. Gossipy Waspy here couldn't wait till he got me and Miss Raiser scum's little argument circulated. Run right back and look to come talk with it. Oh, Mom, I never done any such a thing.

You just got to saying you did. Why never run anybody with anything. The way it was, I saw Mr. Gumpox with the bridegill. And told him all about how your mother and Miss Raiser scum almost gotten a squabble over the color of his eyes.