what I mean. Fond namer, let me be your blanche patch on a government ship for Teague O’Flanagan; a louse and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy Mac- kenzie; a hairclip and clackdish for Fenceless Peter; that twelve sounds look for its quantity of obscene matter not protected by copriright in the sense that he scoffed a drake- ling snuggily stuffed following cold loin of veal more cabbage and in the twilight from under the sycamores, amid the rattle of hailstorms, kalospintheochromatokreening, wdth her ivyclad hood, and gripping an old geeser who calls on his little white bloomkins, twittersky trimmed, are hobdoblins’ hankypanks. Saxenslyke