(xx) A Collection of Personal Treasures

Well sir, it's a few minutes past eight o'clock as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up in the next block we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goode spending a quiet evening at home.

Mr. Victor Goode established at the library table arranging checkers on a checker board and his wife is seated on the Devon porch sorting a batch of freshly darned socks. And now there's conversation. Okay Dr. Seach, come on.

I'm ready. We will write it in a bang up game of checkers. Well, look now. Now you asked me to play this game, so if I don't do everything just right, I don't want you to take on like I robbed a bank.

There is no occasion for you doing anything wrong. Checkers is a simple, childish game requiring only a minimum of intellectual exertions. Beseed it, Mr. Hoosh? Yes, but just the same. If I make a mistake or two, I don't want my head bit off.

City, honey, to hear you talking innocent, pass it by, I might gather the impression hubby was a cruel, cruel man. Hubby can be awful short sometimes when it comes to patience. Doesn't history checkers at the port kids once held a dandelion beneath the chin of the port brown Oh, yes, that's right. We're gonna play. Yes, let's do let's do go ahead. Go ahead. Me move first? Yeah

Why me move first in competitive games as in everything else the gentleman gives the lady precedence Yeah, me move first so you can jump my nice checker you played checkers before say I play checkers enough before So I can see you want me to move first so you can pounce on my nice checker