(xx) A Dun From Kleeburgers

Well sir, they can say it in Russell or Sutton for a quiet evening at home as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we find our friends and attitudes of comfort and relaxation.

They can say it or sit it on the Davenport with sections of the newspapers and young Russell at the library table peruse of the volume of bigger inspection. And of a sudden we hear... Here's a piece in the paper about some half-whitting Ohio that mailed a letter to his brother-in-law in Pennsylvania and an unspoken brother-in-law.

Oh, he really got a letter this afternoon. Bess Rose, wonderin' how I happened to forget that. Go get it, Willie, in the dining room on top of the buffet. Phil, wonderin' how I happened to forget that.

This fathead in Ohio wrote to his lame-brand brother-in-law in Pennsylvania and told him there was very pleasure in his backyard. I was a single by the friend about the people I went right outdoors with a shovel and commended the dig.

He not only dug up his own backyard, but their backyard is several of his neighbors. What on earth do you talk about? This piece and the paper. I was trying to get a wording edgewise about this as letters.

My miserable little comments concerning this piece and the paper were well underway before the subject of the letter ever arose. That's not going to this business again, shall we? No, but thunder, I started to read this.

I have vocal power on top of the book, but I need to bring the whole work. He's back out here. I can't tell which is when. There is such a thing as turning on the light.