The Sound of Fury

I've got an apron for you.

You're a natural born chef!

Excuse me while I get this jerk.

Bottle of beer. - I love what you

wrote in your column yesterday...

A priest helping Indians

in their fight against the pirates.

This must have been a town

in those days!

Where do you dig up your info?

You said it, "dig".

To write a column, you need a good

public library and a strong typewriter.

And an occasional idea!

How many newspapers your column in,

Mr. Stanton? A couple hundred?

Something like that.

You're a dime short.

Eastern Beer's two bits.

I didn't want Eastern Beer.

- Why didn't you say so?

Why didn't you ask?

You ever notice, Mr. Stanton?

You got a beer drinker, you got a jerk.

Hmm, I don't know Mike.

The Lord must love the beer drinkers,

he made a lot of them.

See ya.

Okay, kid.

That's enough.

Do you see a pair of shoes back there?

These?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Sure been rolling around the gutters.

Most be getting rusty.

Nothing wrong with that last one!

Yeah, it was alright.

Jolt?

- No, no thank you.

But it still ain't my money game.

If I got to bowl for $25-50 a game,

I'd better sharpen up.

Come on, help yourself.

Why pay bar prices?

No, thanks.

The beer is good.

Make a boilermaker out of it!

That's all beer's good for.

Been a long time since

I had one of these.

Hold this, will you?

What outfit were you in?

Oh, no outfit I guess.

I never got out of Camp Roberts.

- Roberts?

What do you know?

I did basic there.

No kidding?

- Yeah, what a joint!

Couldn't wait to get shipped over.

- You got over, huh?

- Yes

- Pretty rough, right?

That was a rumor

I heard in Paris.

Oh, Paris.

Ola la!

You know what you could get for

one crummy pack of cigarettes?

The markup was terrific!

Sure wish a guy could get a buck

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