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Julie"John, is that you? Did you bring your father's cigarettes?"
"Of course, Mother--and I'm bringing them straight to you, as usual."
"Don't forget my big sewing scissors on the way."
"Righto....you sure open that box like a confirmed smoker!"
"Whew--nasty stuff, tobacco!"
"Is that why you always cut the advertising off the picture?"
"Mmm..hadn't really thought about it. I suppose, partly. But then, the way I have them arranged--they fit neatly in my box that way. Well...who on earth is this? Surely he's too old to play baseball? Wait a minute--he looks familiar..."
"Hey-- nice picture! It's so clear. That's Harry Wright. He's been a big man in baseball since--before you and Father got married. He's the Philadelphia manager now. Boy, he really gets around! See--it says so right there! Gee, it gives me the willys to see you cutting those cards up--I don't know why, exactly."
"Don't worry about it, dear. You want me to keep them for you?"
"Well, of course--but I thought you were keeping them for YOU?"
"For a while, for me. Promise you'll be good to them, like the family scrapbook?"
"Oh, better than THAT!"
"JOHN!"
"Just teasing you, Mother."
