(xx) Lodge Telescope

Well sir, it's late afternoon as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up on the next block we find Vic and Young Russell. The older gentleman has established the library table examining the pages of what appears to be a small catalog.

The younger gentleman is tossing his cap on the Davenport because he's just this moment arrived home. Listen. What's new with you, Guff? Every few minutes I seem to go better looking. Your mother's not home.

Oh yes, she is. We just walked up the alley together. She's out in the kitchen. Mom! Yeah! See? What do you want? Just demonstrating to gov your home. Is he in there? Yeah. Mom wants to know how long you've been home, Gove.

About half an hour. About half an hour? What? Gove's been home about half an hour. Oyster Cracker was trying to tell the guys over in Tappin's Vacan lie that June is a hotter month in August if you live west of Minneapolis, Minnesota and east of Philadelphia.

I'm busy here, George, if you don't mind. I'm not interested in exchanging various viewpoints and opinions, but... No. What you reading? Catalog. Catalog, huh? Mm-hmm. How kind of a catalog? Oh, go away, Margaret. I guess I don't have to have a horse to fall on me to catch a hit.

If my presence is repulsive, I'll be glad... I'm gonna give you a ride home from the office? No. I just got back from downtown and looked for you long, nearly. I come up with you in the afternoon.

Guess who I run into this afternoon. Who? The Morrison's oldest girl, the one that married the Peoria fella that writes to work on the bicycle with only the one wheel on it. She had her baby in a go-cart and had an awful time pushing it through the crowds of shoppers there in Yempton's wash-brake sale. Most mothers with babies leave their go-carts on the