(xx) Reverend V Cook

Well sir, it's late afternoon if we approach the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here on the front porch we find Mrs. Victor Gookall by herself. Mrs. Gook is swinging gently in the swing and her expression of absorption suggests that she's deep in thought.

However, the lady's reveries are brought to an abrupt end by the bright voices of an earlative. Listen. Phone to call the fire department. Anybody up on that porch when it gets married? Hi, hi. Some people go big and the attention to their relatives walking along the street.

How are you thinking about something? Never noticed you fellas. You're an unnatural wife and mother. I would pack my release and run away to Peoria, Illinois. Mr. Raises come back from Peoria's afternoon. Is that a fact? He's gone back tomorrow.

He's an incorrigible man. He loves Peoria more than he loves me. Willie, baby. When you run in on the library table. Okay. Bring out a letter. You'll see on top there. Okay, I may have put it in the drawer letter from that best. No, we get to mail a couple advertisements No, I went to work and done a terrible thing, babe

What terrible thing did you go to work and do open somebody else's private letter by mistake How come? When I got it out of the mailbox this afternoon, I glanced at the envelope and thought it said Mrs. V. Cook.

What did it say? Reverend V. Cook. Oh, uh-huh. That's happened to me a couple of times. That's the office I've got to preach his letters by mistake. You see, his first name is Vincent, and when the letter just says V. Cook City, the post office can be excused for getting a little mixed up.