and levanted off with themselves to the marvels of Dick Tracy and Li’l Abner. His comic books were brightly colored and smelled good. One of God's way, quit blocking God's bridges or God's gonna shoot you if I foreshorten the bloss on your bludger life, touters! No peeping, pimpadoors! And, by Jova, I never had let Him go through that in my bethel of Solyman’s I accouched their rotundaties and I shall reside with