(xx) War Bond Visitor

Well sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find three gentlemen of our acquaintance.

They're conchlefleture and young Russell have lately put away hearty meals and they're comfortably and lazily discussing this, that and the other thing. Even the measly of the strawberries is delicious once a man niches them up with his knife and fork.

Oyster Practors cause a lumbard there resides in green and tells the side's print and story about eating strawberries. Yeah, I hope you don't repeat it. No don't repeat it for us for honey. Well fine, excuse me for eleven.

No, Vic, a fella can still locate Indian-era heads in the Mississippi River bottoms if he works at it close. How do we get to talking about that? There's Indian-era heads, but a hundred still buried in the mud.

How do we get to talking about that? I don't know. Ernie MacDisher there in Clinton, Iowa was about as determined as follows you ever want to see. And he located five Indian-era heads one afternoon.

Where's your mother? I don't know. She's not still washing the suppreditions is she? I don't know. You don't know much of anything apparently? Uh-uh. Ernie MacDisher said to his wife after breakfast on the morning he said, Velma, I'm going over on the Illinois side of the river and skulk along the bank.

And when I come home tonight, I'll have a batch of Indian air aheads, a catfish, a mess of strawberries, a four-leaf clover, and a bicycle's pocket wheel. Well. And he done it. Imagine. he spent the day of skylkill on the riverbank on the old noise side there in fullton and by four o'clock in the afternoon he was home again