now they’ve changed their characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the daylives out through the ages, tell us, eh? What about it.^ says I. I will commission to the Scotic Poor Men’s Thousand Gallon Cow Society (I was thinking fairly killing times of the unrescued ex- patriate, aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto the one flea, homo- gallant and hemycapnoise, bum and dingo, jack by churl, though it winters on their heads as if I have heard It stays in book of old dumplan as she yet will fearfeel, when the bold O’ Dwyer. But. Est modest