Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The kind of p itch I was talking to you about.

Understand, mr. Bookman?

He eats little, He sleeps little,

I've never flown--

(lou) Don't forg et The ice cream, huh?

And when reference is made To u n f in ish ed bus in ess Of a major natu re,

Now do you Have a wife or fam I ly

(lou) You're gonna be All right, darling.

But I'm afrai d I'm not much of a custom er.

And the summit Of his knowledge.

She'll be all right. She just needs a lot Of rest now.

Of backbreaking Research and labor,

Now, about This p itch, mr. Bookman,

Time of departu re Is m I dnight tonight.

I'll hardly open My mouth from now on.

Born in new york City in 1 890.

Age, sixtyish. Occupation, pitchman.

Now the lou bookman Social and ice cream hour

[suspense music]

It has a won derfu l Work of weaving.

A nondescript Commonplace little man,

Suntan oil, Eczema powder,

Well, very well You might, s I r,

It couldn't happen, you say?

Formally, a rather m inor Component to a hot july.

I assu me this too Will meet with Your approval.