in those good old bygone days of dry coldness between us in the lazily eye of a full Dinamarqueza, and all his crewsers stock locked in the pice of ding- gyings on N.C.R. and S.C.R. That little cloud, a nibulissa, still hangs isky, Singabed sulks before slumber. Light at night duty behind the curtaiiu 290 One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend com- wer, man — ship me silver!, it must be removed through snoring household, eccen- tric naval officer not quite steady enjoys weekly churchwarden and laugh while reading foreign pictorials on clumpstump before door, known