mr. buford. - oh my gosh. i can't let him catch me doing a ridiculous thing like this. - and i can't let him take a picture of our house in this mess. can you just imagine what those insurance men's wives would say about my housekeeping? - yeah, and the remarks the men would make, if they read, mr. james anderson, successful insurance man, spends his saturday afternoons making paper pompoms. i'd never live it down. bud, i hate to do this to the poor guy again, but give him a call, will ya? - sure, what'll i tell him? - oh, tell him an emergency came up, and we can't see him until dinner. - oh, but i won't have time now to fix a dinner. - oh, okay, tell him to come back tomorrow, and he can have a whole day. - okay, but you guys keep working. i've got to get those things over to the gymnasium in about 20 minutes. - boy, i've spent some zany days in this house, - amen, brother. - oh, well, when he comes in, tell him that there's been an emergency and that the andersons won't be able to see him until tomorrow. al