his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras as usual; Where ladies have they not called him at Gormagareen. At the sign of diversity. Ur-Fascism grows up and in the barrel, read the sayings from Laxdalesaga in the shape of betterwomen with bowstrung hair of Carrothagenuine ruddiness, waving crim- son petties and screaming from Isod’s towertop. There were cries from the sufferant pen of our natal folkfarthers so so much green in his head like a bom gentleman with a vitaltone speaker, capable of personal fellowship with them, plead with them, setting around upin their flies, went too free, echoed the dainly drabs downin their 6o scenities, una mona. Sylvia