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Show The Invitation. "Hello. Mabel!" "Oh, hello, George!" "How are you, Mabel?" "Just fine! How 're you, Georie?" "Same. Say, Mabel, let's go through the park this afternoon. What say?" , "Well ah-ah alien I I ah I'm kind of well, I'm kind of tired, George." "Then you won't go?" "I'm so sorry, but, George, you understand un-derstand Just how it is, don't you. George, dear?" "Yes, 1 guess so. I suppose I'll have to ride with someone else, then." "Ride?" J'Yes; my new eight-cylinder roadster road-ster came this morning." "Oh, George! Did it really? Isn't that just splendid? Say ah George, I guess I'm not as tired as I thought I was." "Well, I wouldn't take any chances if I were you, Mabel. It doesn't pay. I'll take someone else." "But really, dear, I'm not tired a bit. Honestly." "It's sweet of you to say that, but 1 don't want to take advantage of your kindness. Good-by, Mabel." Mabel slammed the receiver viciously vicious-ly on the hook. "Darn it!" she muttered. mut-tered. "Why didn't he say so in the first place?" Michigan Gargoyle. |
