Black Legion Page #2

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I smacked him.

You know, when I was his age,

I could lick any kid in the neighborhood.

- Ouch.

- What's the matter?

- That's where he smacked me back.

That's all there is.

The fellows think I'm gonna get the job.

And I... Well, I'm the best man

in the shop, ain't I?

Gee, Pop, you'll be foreman...

...and that's about the highest job

there is, ain't it?

Heh-heh-heh. Well, I wouldn't say that

but it's pretty high.

Well, wait till I tell Muggy about this.

He thinks he's hot

because his uncle used to be a foreman.

Yeah, we'll get Muggy, won't we?

- Come on, boys, dinner's ready.

Okay.

And if I'd have known about this,

I'd have fixed us a real spread.

Oh, don't you worry, kid.

We got from now on to celebrate.

- I'm not hungry, Mrs. Grogan.

- You've got to eat.

All you had for lunch

was a can of tomatoes.

Go on and eat.

- Oh, don't worry. I'll be over this tomorrow.

- You will if you stay home tonight.

- Yeah.

- Never mind, I'll get it.

Hello?

Oh. Just a moment, please.

Ed, it's for you.

Mrs. Danvers.

- Thanks, Betty.

- You're welcome, I'm sure.

Hello?

Hello, Eddie.

Oh, I'm fine. I just wanted to find out

how you were.

Huh?

Oh, gee, that's too bad.

Say, it must have been the gin chasers.

It couldn't have been the beer.

Oh, I just called up to tell you

I'm not mad about what you said last night.

No.

Well, you know, about our not having

any more dates.

No, I've forgiven you already.

Uh-huh.

I couldn't stay mad

at a swell guy like you.

Well, that's fine.

No. No, I couldn't.

Saturday, I gotta work.

Sunday, I'm going to a picnic.

Well, no, I couldn't take you.

It's not exactly a picnic.

Some fellas and I are going fishing.

Yeah, I'll call you up sometime.

Goodbye.

I see by the paper they're having

a sale of vacuum cleaners down at the fair.

I think I'll get you one.

Plenty of time for that.

When will you know about the job

for sure?

I ought to hear from the super tomorrow.

After I get the vacuum,

I'm gonna get you a new coat.

I think maybe we can

doll this house up a little bit.

Maybe we can get rid of that heap

and get us a real car.

Do you think we should?

The old car runs all right.

I got the swellest wife

and kid in the world, ain't I?

And the best

ain't none too good for them.

That's swell of you, honey,

but we gotta pay the folks that helped us...

...when you were out of work.

- Oh, we'll clean that up in no time.

- Ha-ha.

- Yeah, I think maybe...

...we ought to get some new dishes too.

Hey, Pop, come on.

You're missing out on Speed Foster.

What's he doing?

Still hanging on by his teeth?

Yeah, but he's in terrible danger.

Go ahead, darling. Hang on by your teeth

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