2.
Mehls----Joe, the old man' s on the ropes. Don't you think you'd
better stop it.

Knack----- What for, I'm not Pediecae hurt. And anyway I've soiets

my curfew,’

Mehl----I know but he's bleeding at the nose, both eyes are closed
and it looks like all his teeth have been knocked out.

Knack----I don't care. Hit him again, kid.
Mehl~---Say, weit a minute. Youtre the referee. You can't do that.

-Knack---Who can't. What did the old year ever do for me. Brought me
nothing but bills and taxes,

Mehl----~- And your aunt..

Knack----Yeah, and my aunt.. And also a lot of bad predictions. I
never picked a winning horse » never picked a winning football
teem and hed the wrong team in the world's series. So why should I
feel sorry for the old man. Hit him again kid,

Mehl----- He's down, Jae, Start counting,
Kneack----He won't get any long count from me. I don't like him.

Mehl----- Joe, he's trying to get tp. But he can't make it. He.'s

gone.
Kneck----I think he wants to tell me something. I'll lend him my
eare wey Te that?

Mehl----- What did he say, Joe?

Knack---Ernie, this will give you a laugh. The old year says

he knaws he's gone but he hes a dying request fo meke. He's hear d