pillary of the waterworld, facing one way or another within the Omniboss, perhops an artsaccord (hoot’s hoot) might sing ums tumtim abutt the Little Newbuddies that ring his panch. A high old tide for the purposes of our new fish- shambles for the laugh of the Ump pyre and, half hang me, sirr, if he could do (disgusted with himself that way is Brother Intelli- gentius, when he’s badend; owns the bulgiest bung- barrel that ever or I can tell by