(xx) Mr. Chinbunny Wants to Smoke Cigars - Russell

Well sir, it's her. And here in the living room, and a small mister and Mrs. Victor Gogh. Vic is establishing his wild sage, and what's the somatic? Trishy novel of Russell. Sir to the dentist, Dad?

Yeah. Sir to the dentist, Dad, and he's a fat fool. It's Lady Margaret that makes me tired. Well she up to... All the splashing and waltzing around and hiding her face behind her fan, and glancing, copacishly down at her fashionable friend, Seth, and well here, he never heard that jump.

The beautiful woman, Pinkin, she stumped over quickly and pretended to adjust her fashionable friend, Seth. She didn't want the handsome young officer to see her shine and eyes and quiver and lips. Give me a kiss of sweetheart, read Sir Lieutenant Stanley, and his manly chest, like some great Oak and Bell expanded in contracted while his huge square teeth the color of

expensive old ivory caught the sunlight and shown like beaten gold. I was hoping over here such silliness. Beable mind it they sound. They're just kind of standing lady market for. Mr. Ken body telephone. Home? Mr. Ken body.

Nobody telephones. Mr. Ken body wants a telephone pretty soon. for her he's anxious to get in touch with the way he's going to ask you to teach him how to smoke cigars a whole corner say this afternoon that's a good one Russell first of the same something but this is the truth yeah

the absolute fact of that nine dollars of telephone rings within the next ten minutes folks the guard i just got all the information from how you call Mr. Jim Bunny is attending the meet in the Illinois High School principal in Chicago this coming Saturday.