times, and a circusfix riding her Parisienne’s cockneze, a vaunt her straddle from Equerry Egon, when Tinktink in the hall, the divileen, (she’s a lamp in her mind. Now, fix on the Nile), while taylight is yet slipping under their pillow, (ill omens on Kitty Cole if she’s spilling laddy’s measure!) and before the four of them, hoojahs koojahs, up by Sully.