(xx) Mr. Gumpox Has Lost His Dentures

Well sir, it's late afternoon as our scene opens now. And here, walking along Virginia Avenue, towards the small house, halfway up on the next block, we discover Vic and Young Russell. The gentleman are returning from a math and A performance at the Bajo Theatre, and at this moment, the picture is under discussion.

How might he might he puncture? Hey, Guff. Most punk. Most punk. I suppose you regret to even win. No, I can't say that. After conceding to the pressure of the hot weather and giving myself a few hours' coolness in a ventilated theater, I feel I'm still ahead.

I feel deliciously guilty. I played hooky from the office. It was too warm to work and I let my stenographer- This is the oister credit away up the street. He's a beautiful sight. Don't scream and attract his attention.

Okay. No, I was mildly entertained this afternoon. Since I was enjoying the holiday, it was only smart to squeeze every possible drop of pleasure from each passing moment. seemed to me it dropped off to sleep a couple of times in the show.

I did. Who under the whole audience didn't go to sleep? Shocks, why don't they ever have movies like they used to? Shooting and horseback riding and guys falling off the cliff and stuff. The last 10 picture shows I've seen have been all alike.

Here's Hector Highwood in the library. He's crying. What seems to be the trouble, sir, says the butler? Cynthia has given me back my rings as Hector. Cynthia. Ain't that a name for you though? Chuck's I wouldn't name a rat snake Cynthia I see your mother out in the backyard yeah she's probably dishing out a little tender care for her panther's blood I