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Good. Any parting message? Yes, sir.

She said you could

go to the devil.

Well, that's nice of her. Here you are.

Thank you, sir.

Don't mention it.

Did she say

anything else?

Yes, sir. She said she was going

to Florida on Mr. Howard's yacht.

Good! She'll probably

get a nice coat of tan.

Yes, sir.

That'll be all, Frank.

Nine, nine, four.

(PHONE RINGING)

Boy, I don't know

my own strength.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Yeah, he's here.

For you, Conny.

For me? Okay.

Hey, keep your eye

on him, will you?

I don't want him pushing

them in with his hand.

Yeah? Oh, hello,

Mr. Sheffield.

Yeah, that landlady usually

knows where everybody is.

Say, Conny, I've noticed your

crowd goes out to Willow Springs

every Saturday.

Yeah, that's the only excitement

there is around this burg.

Well, why don't you all drop

in here Saturday afternoon?

There's lots of drinks, and

I'll rummage up some food.

Say, that'd be swell.

You bet I'll invite them.

That's fine.

Then I'll expect you.

Stay as long as you like.

No limit.

All right. Goodbye.

Boy, this Saturday is

going to be some Saturday!

What's up?

That was Romer Sheffield.

Wanted me to invite the crowd

out to his place for a party.

Well, we can't

go out there.

The town would burn

down to the ground

if we took the girls

within a mile of that guy.

Stop griping. Nobody needs

to see where we're going.

We can take the side road up

Willow Creek into his place.

Well, how about the girls?

Do you think they'll go?

Sure. They'll eat it up.

Yeah, I know, but...

Listen, Archie. You

start griping every week

about spending three

bucks for bootleg gin.

Here you got a swell chance to

get some real liquor for nothing.

Say, that is an idea,

isn't it?

Be out in a minute. I'll

give you odds it's 15 minutes.

Fifty cents to a dollar.

Taken.

Hello, Dad.

Hello, Ruth.

That's funny. I'd

forgotten it was Saturday.

Until you saw this

pay envelope, eh?

Well, what is it

this time?

Well, to tell the truth,

an unusual thing

happened this morning.

I found that I'd

run out of cigars.

You better start

smoking cigarettes.

Thanks.

Ruth, your mother's

on the warpath.

MRS. BROCK:
Ruth!

Hello, Mother.

There's moths in

this house again.

I want you to change your dress

and go up to the attic right away

and get them blankets out of the

trunk and hang them in the sun.

And you'd better look after

the winter clothes, too.

Mother, I can't,

not now.

I promised to go out

with the crowd.

Well, that's no excuse when

there's work to be done.

Well, I didn't intend it

as an excuse.

You know Saturday is the only

time I ever get to go anywhere.

I can think of lots better ways of

spending it than dancing and flirting

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