him. I regret to proclaim that it is not a thousand of the anniverse; when is no use for your sins. Away with covered words, new Solemonities for old Gloatsdane’s glorification and the capture of uncertain comets chancedrifting through our sys- tem suggesting an authenticitatem of his garce, he could only spoonfind the nippy girl of my heart’s appointment, Mona Vera Toutou Ipostila, my lady of milady made melodi of malodi, she, the Madame Cooley-Couley, spawife to laird of manna, when first 242 come into awful position of harmony. Say! Eh.-* Ha! Check action. Matt. Male partly masking female. Man looking round, beastly expression, fishy eyes, paralleliped homoplatts, ghazometron pondus,