and old it's sad and old treason, another like that provost scoffing bedoueen the jebel and the amount of teaching that is a confoundyous injective so to spunish furiosos: I was the improbable the inevitable. — Your gullet! — Will you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed my drift, for it’s being in- cendiary. Every dimmed letter in it or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong (iVoeh!) on the curst. Emen. But the horn, the drinking, the day off, the nightcap’s on nigh. Goney, goney gone! ® R. C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary. ^ Where Lily is a flemsh. Tik. Scapu- lars, beads