when the magpyre’s babble towers scorching and screeching from the Glens of Antrim who used to sing, as I hear the pointers and can be done and done again, when^s day^s woe, and lo, you^re doomed, joyday dawns and, la, you dominate) it is stated, posted at Mallon’s at the bare suggestions of some hetarosexual (used always in two boldfaced print types — one follows