(xx) Vacation from a Vacation

Well sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up in the next block we find Mr. Victor Guck and his wife's uncle Mr. Fletcher Rush.

The gentleman are seated on the Davenport and the elder is apparently in the middle of an anecdote. The only man in Muskegon, Muskegon, got married on that particular day. Muskegon, Muskegon, has you ever likely know, Vic, honey, as a city of several million populations?

No, it's a big cow now, right, but it's not any several million. I am telling a story if I leave Being a city of several million population. It is very unusual Naturally that only one man would get married on anyone given day. I'll see Elton else pauffers was the fella's name and I know him very well

See Elton else pauffers and myself sorted anchor bolts one whole summer for the pair market railroad We worked out of water of Leet, Michigan, and got paid 37 and a half cents an hour, eat on our own time, free garden grease on Wednesdays, extra tools for special feisting, and deadhead transportation in case of accidents or sudden sickness in the family.

I'm afraid I don't serve you much of that reload lingo on cold flatchif. That's right. Hey, you were the chap started out to tell a story. Yes, I was. Alright, you have to take it away, brothers.

It's perfectly okay. Matter of fact, yours was a lot better than the one I had in mind, Telling. Go ahead, go ahead. Oh, I don't imagine you. Go ahead, tell your story. I have no call to hop in on steel or show, go ahead.