(xx) Rishigan Fishigan's Secret

Well sir, Vic, say it in Young Russell are spending a quiet evening at home as we join them at the small house halfway up in the next block now. And we find everyone in the living room reading. Vic is deep in the kitchen where dealers quarterly.

Say, peruse is the daily love story in the newspaper. And Young Russell follows the adventures of his favorite hero, Third Lieutenant Clinton Stensky. And after a considerable silence. Ish, how agravating. It's a matter. Did you read the daily love story tonight?

Yeah. The left off the end and says, and then Big Hanson, Great-hearted El Eisenminger, revealed the name of the real murderer. I want to clear up this mystery once and for all, he said. The man who killed Lord Jeffrey Slatch is none other than.

And then it quits. It's very irritating. Well, say. Continue tomorrow, maybe. No. OK, they love stories in the paper. Never continue tomorrow. Anyway, they got news items from Carlinville, plastered here where the end isn't supposed to be. Mr. Mrs. Harry Gibson spent Saturday and Sunday visiting with relatives in Springfield. The Harvey Beerman family of South of town

were presently surprised Monday evening when Mr. Beerman's Sunday school class dropped in for supper. Bethie Quelch, five-year-old daughter, Mr. Mrs. William Quelch, entertained with a birthday party last Thursday afternoon. The tiny guests included our fanbershot, Tyler McVay, Mark Karen Perron, William Joyce, Parker Gibbs, Harry Bubeck, well-ish.

What am I reading this trash for? Go ahead. It is a Taylor Stark horror and throws me to the marrow of my bone. Yeah. Smelly Clark often gets to talk on him some subject to where he can't quit.