Object: A fifty-cent piece and a dime.

Good morning, boys and girls. I want to tell you a story about two friends of mine, Harley Half-Dollar and Dimmy the Dime. Now I call them both my friends, but let me show you why one of them means a little more to me than the other.

One day I picked up Harley Half-Dollar and Dimmy Dime and put them in my pocket. On the way to where I was going I could hear them talking -- I should say I heard Harley talking. Harley said, "Oh, Dimmy, I don't know why you hang around. You're not worth anything. What can anyone buy for a dime? You can't buy a Sunday newspaper, a double dip ice cream cone, a chocolate sundae, or take someon…