(xx) Missouri State Home for the Tall

Well sir, it's about 7.30 o'clock in the evening as we join our friends at the small house halfway up on the next block now. And we find the matheries in the living room. The master of the menage has just finished a leisurely prosely of the newspaper, and as he lays it aside he remarks.

I now have a grasp on current events. My tiny brain has absorbed facts and figures pertinent to heptons in the great world about his. Read the article about what's its name, getting married? getting married? No. Big fancy church wedding. Who's this? What's his name? You know, a work downtown there. Mr. Funny Madoodle. Never did know his name. Coffee Scorch,

old inner soul. Will you do proper nice favor? No, he depends on what he is. You are a naughty boy. Yeah. Step to the bookcase and fetch me volume seven out of my large library. Okay.

I've been asked to make a speech, St. Anthony. Oh. I had a letter from Homer You're MacGancy this afternoon. Do you place home? Are you MacGancy? One of your live sidekicks? Yes, he's a member of the All-Star Marching Team and his home is in East Brain, Oregon.

He wants you to go clear there and make a speech? No, he wants me to go to stick with a junction Missouri. Gone? I hardly think so. I'd have to pay my own expenses. All the same though, I'm glad to have received the invitation.

Yeah, you are, Gudóo Trasperty, reliable, Viam 7. Just playing Volume 7 will suffice Russell Honey. You can omit the humor's adjective. Now run me another errand. Out in the hallway you'll see my coat invest.