“Well. I’ve got to go home to dinner”
     “It’s not late yet”
     “It is.  There’s goes the twelve o’clock whistles”
     They were blowing.
     “Well come around after me” I called as he went up the street.
     “All right.”
     Bill was on time as he always is and we started for Kings.  We were both in a hilarious mood and began to show it in our talk.  How it got started I don’t know but we began to say that we were the only two original ronyons and that everyone else was a rump-fed.  Thus we talked out on the way, organizing