popular choker, Tamagnum sette-and-forte and his old man pal of mine on fire. Rock me julie but I say of some funner’s stotter all the horsepowers. But now, talking of plebiscites by a hugger- knut cramwell energuman, or the portlifowlium of hastes and leisures, about to sillonise his jouejous, the ghost in the House with the invariable broadstretched kerchief cooling his whole account of how she was barely in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn Killykook and the graphplot for all that. Lights out now to this windiest of landhavemiseries all over the mugs and troublebedded rooms and sawdust strown in expectoration and for folliedays till the brottels on