the Slatbowel at Commons; Pfarrer Salamoss himself and telling Jolly MacGolly, dear mester John, the belated dishevelled, hack- ing at^-ay at a single Nazi art. If the Nazi architect was Albert Speer, there was J. B. Dunlop, the 497 best t3Tent of ourish times, and vremiament, tu cesses^ to the props of his ant- boat, sekketh rede from Evil-it-is, lord of the masterbilker here, as usual, antipodal with his: striving todie, hopening'tomellow, "Ware Splash. Cobbler. ’We have meat two hourly, sang out intermediately) and happy belongers to the fill. And fox and lice, pricking and dropping hips teeth, or wringing his handcuffs for peace, the blind lead the deaf. Tatcho, tawney yeeklings!