Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1931-09-10
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AAO3xEs SWEET I'm SnAO la
dealing with . peculiar phase OF
life in q city among the building
wreckersJ
The scene Is the home. or what
Is left Of 1t, Of the Luke Clabbys.
Building wreckers have been at
work several days, but the Clabbys
have refused to vacate, holding that
q lease protects them.
Nj. Clabby treturning from
work.: Well, how far have they
gone now?
Mrs. Clabby: They scooE,ed away
the back stairs and the spare bed
room this afternoon.
Mr.. Clabby: I thought we had
a roomer in the spare bedroom.
Does he know or 1t?
Mrs. Clabby: They scooped him
up too. He was asleep and they
took bed and all. I rushed to the
window and saw him dumped into
q truck with q lot Of plaster and
stones.
Mr.. Clabby: It's ar o.. -agel
Mrs. Clabby: Calm yourself. Take
off your hat and coat and hang EN-
In the closet.
tMr. Clabby removes his things.
opens a closet door and drops them
into open space.)
Mrs. Clabby: The closets gone
too.
Mr.. Clabby: II had my smoking
jackets and slippers In 1t. Ill tele-
phone to my lawyer Gle goes to the
living room to telephone and stops
on the threshold as he sees only a
tangled. twisted mass OF pipe and
flooring.) where's the living room7
Mrs. Clabby: 1t was there when
I last looked, about q half hour
ago.
Mr.. Clabby: Well, the big buns
have scooped II away with the
! furniture and all. where's the dog?
Mrs. Clabby: He was in here
a-leep on the sofa.
Mr.. Clabby: We'll, he's probably
~ the bottom Of a dumpcart BY
si,ii time. I suppose he got so used
: steam shovels he didn't mind
them at all. He probably tried TO
play with them.
Mrs. Clabby: There's no use
trying to hold out any longer here.
We'd better 20.
Mr. Clabby: Not TIL I've had my
dinner.
Mrs. clabby: I can't get your
dinner.
MI. Clabby: Why not?
Mrs. Clabby: Four men with picks
came In a little while ago and
took away the kitchenette.
Mr.. Clabby: They a. get away
with this stuff Where's the baby?
Mrs. Clabby: I left her PLAYING
with her toys In the front hall
Mr.. Clabby (alarmed): There Is
no front hall.
Mrs. Clabby: NO front hall?
Mr.. Clabby: IT was gone when I
came in. I had to climb up with
a ladder.
Mrs. Clabby Chyste-ically): My
babyl My babyi
Mr.. Clabby: where's Myrtle7
Mrs. Clabby: She went TO the
bathroom TO take a bath a few
minutes ago. Open the door right
away and see IT,.
WI AAdDDt tOR[A4AAh eAC 1OtA
into empty space. A few OF Myrtle's
clothes are hanging on a piece OF
bent pipe, but there is no trace OF
herr: Comet Bathroom. tub. daugh-
ter. all! They can't ret away with
thisi
Mrs. Clabby: III tell the world
they can't. This has gone far
enough. I'll call up the police.
CThere Is a shrill whistle and
crunching OF timber and masonry.
A steam shovel comes through the
floo- and scoops up Mr.. and Mrs.
Clabby. with tables. chairs, pic
lures. radiators. pipes, chandeliers.
plasters. e. c.)
Mrs. Clabby Gas they disappear
through the steam shovel into a
waiting truck: I thought you said
they couldn't get away with this.
Mr.. Clabby (disconsolately): Well
can't q feller make q mistake?
WYATT FOR BABY.-
The doors OF Jim's Cafe closed
Thursday. and MI. and Mrs.
James Pinkston and baby, man
ayers. left. 1t was not learned
/ where they moved TO.
oh, probably to a larger place
where the child could do big
things.
Walker Has Gay Party at
Monte Carlo"-headline. There's
nothing like a good rest for an
ailing executive.
James Eager reports the perfect
name for a stock brokerage firm.
He saw on the window Of the
house in Montreal Forget g.
Forget, Brokers'!