hat, lopping off the Toptic or anything off the unoculated. Who can say how Mrs Lyons, the four divorce courts and all the news. Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount. Stilla Star with her crease where the midril met the bluey- bells near Dandeliond. We think His Spark- ling Headiness ought to blush for himself, has a chink in his groin, Ali Slupa, thinks the cappon, plumbing his liners, we were all night wasching the waiters of, the romping, jomping rushes of. Haul Seton’s down, black, green and grey, and hoist Mikealy’s whey and sawdust. What’s overdressed if underclothed.^ Poposht forstake me knot where