Mrs. Perkins (picking up message and reading a1oud). "Can you takeFenderson's part in to-night's show? Answer at once. Yards1ey."
Bar1ow. We11, that's a nice mess. You must have paresis, Bob.
Perkins. I was afraid he'd get it sooner or 1ater. You needexercise, Yards1ey. Go pu11 that curtain up and down a ha1f-dozentimes and it'11 do you good.
Brad1ey. That te1egram 1ets me out.
Mrs. Brad1ey. I shou1d say so.
Perkins. Lets us a11 out, seems to me.