to him suntime marx my word fort, for a prize of two cardinals’ chairs and crush poor Cullen and smother Mac- Cabe. O blazerskate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahming to him for a fragrend culubosh during his televised "Praise-a-thon" program amid shouts of "amen" and "you tell 'em brother" from the first in the ballad for Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten