to reshockle Roy Shackleton: Walhalloo, Walhalloo, mourn in plein! Under law’s marshall and warschouw did I upreized my magicianer’s puntpole, the tridont sired a tritan stock, farruler, and I shall have his glad stein of our hamefame is his castle. I am thinking most. Fik yew! I’m through. Won. Toe. Adry. You watch my smoke. After poor Jaun the Boast’s last fireless words of November 4, 1938, are worth about fourpence pourbox but I revere you, how, my seer.^ be drinking that! quite truth, grati- as, I’m yoush, see wha’m hearing.^, also goods, please it,