(xx) Vic the Irish Policeman

Well, there's about two o'clock in the afternoon and our scene opens now. And here in the living room we'll look for a small house, and up for the next block, we find Mrs. Victor Cook, her 14-year-old son.

It is a pleasant summer afternoon, and our friend's taking things easy. So, when talks are easy, chair, Rush is making a faint of mending of steam on his indoor baseball. Uncle Fletcher completely relaxed, lounges on the daffin' porch.

from the Davenport about this. Mike and George are left with Charles Illinois in 1902. He gave up the chewing gum habits in favor of sleep gutters. Married a woman 15 years old. Formerly, reputed the existence of the automobile in 1909.

Shoddy's uncle, where mistakes. And in 1911, give up the use of salt and pepper on his fiddle, as well as catfish, mates, holes, and all the places. Quite a fella. Your sleep, Rachani? No. Good.

Never go to sleep. This is kind of an afternoon when I just assume go to sleep. Never go to sleep. Never go to sleep. That's a little piece of advice I picked up from F. L.

Rod T, today, that was indirectly related to President William McKinley. He took me with a hand what afternoon bad mobile able of roaring while we were waiting on the railroad station platform for the St. Louis train.

And he said, never go to sleep. I've never forgotten that. Well, what do you mean? Yes. Under what kind of circumstances did he advise you not to go to sleep? I explained the circumstances we were standing on the railroad station platform.

Yes, I know. But when this man advised you never to go to see, what did he have in mind? He had in mind the modern Ohio plow voice. Uh, breathed which has improved by leaps and bounds during the last 50 years.