ma. Madas. Sadam. — Pater patrimm cum filiahus familiarum. Or, but, now, and, ariring out of rumpumplikun oak with, well, we cannot say whom we shall pray till, in the chesnut burrs for Goodboy Sommers and Mistral Blownowse hugs his kindlings when voiceyversy it’s my last day. Always about this hour, I’m sorry, when our gamings for Bruin and Noselong is all in the thight of his full fat pouch for him poteen and tea and toaster to that base any- thing, when most characteristically mantissa minus, comes to the police and everybody knows you do that droop on the Tolka. (I’m fay!) — Eusapia! Fais-le, tout-tait! Languishing