(xx) Robert and Slobert are Scoundrels

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room we find seed and young Russell. The latter, seated on the Davenport, lacing his tennis shoe, while the former, newly arrived home from a downtown shopping expedition, stands beside the library table removing her

hat. Boy, did I ever walk this afternoon. Downtown and back? Downtown and back? Wasn't a drop in the bucket. Ruthie marched me clear out to that shoe repair shop at the end of West Washington Street to leave a parrothed shoes and then suggested as long as we were in the neighborhood, why didn't we stroll up Morr's Avenue and say hello to Ms. Lawrence Cooner?

Well, Lance, Ms. Lawrence Cooner only lives a block and a half from Miller Park. And then all the way home. I bet that's five miles. Darn that roof anyway. Move over. And take my shoes off.

Well, see, I saw a gov this afternoon. Oh, my poor feet. These weren't to a frazzle. What'd you do good on top of us? No, where'd you see God? He come past Tatman's vacant lot. Oh, when was this?

Oh an hour ago, maybe where was he gone? Chicago not in Depot It just so happened I was playing deep center field and there was an argument up at the plate So when gov come along the sidewalk I had time to speak to him a couple of seconds Well, what was he going to the Chicago not on Depot for? I have a chat with a man between trains

Some lodgehead quarters fell off. Oh, the lodgehead quarters fell off from Chicago gov off and mentions it. Rights letters and calls up on the longest of fall off on... Chunky G plunger. Who? I know who you mean.