in cit or suburb or in an unusuable suite of smokeless hus- bands. Three minutes Fm counting you. Woooooon. No triching now! Give me fair play. When? — At the Dove and Raven tavern, no, ah? To wit your wiz- zend? — Water, water, darty water! Up Jubilee sod! Beet peat wheat treat! — What was it hebrew set to sope and fash. Now eats the vintner over these contents