(xx) Thimble Club Bazaar

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the kitchen we discover Vic and young Russell. The gentleman nearly arrived home from office and Tatman's vacant locker, speculately, and the matter they're discussing apparently verges on the controversial.

Listen. It does too include you. Impossible. Aw, come on, Gulf Play Square. I intend to play Square. And I also intend to see that I'm not imposed upon. Shucks imposed upon. You know, darn well, Mom means both of us.

Read the note again. Very carefully. We've already read the note a half a dozen times. Read it again. Give it full, unprecedented value to each separate phrase. It starts out boys. Boys, huh? Well, you know it says boys.

Continue. Boys, the yard looks just awful. You've been promising every day for over a week you'd mow it and nobody's lifted their little finger. This afternoon, I want action. And where is any mention made of me?

It says boys. Huh. Precisely. Well, I'll step in the living room now and take a little snooze on the dev and pour it as I'm quite fatigued for my effort to... Hey, wait! It says boy.

Am I a boy? Mom refers to you and me as boys. Uh-uh. Why, she does too. Oh, she may occasionally use the term boys in a careless humorous manner, but in legal documents, she would.

This is no legal document. I must disagree with you on that point, Harry. One of the statutes of the state of Illinois expressly state that anything written down on paper by an individual is a legal instrument and cannot Rest of you speaking griff to Papa. These were mom didn't mean this note for both of you and me