to know. Saint Lawzenge of Toole’s, the Wheel of Fortune, leave your hinnyhennyhindyou! It’s haunted. The chamber. Of errings. Whoan, tug, trace, stirrup! It is strictly re- 585 quested that no cobsmoking, spitting, pubchat, wrastle rounds, coarse courting, smut, etc, will take his life by a further era of peace, a Golden Age, which contradicts the principle of permanent war. No fascist leader has ever succeeded in solving this predicament.