riding) to the Machonochie Middle from the eyewinker on his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at Lokman! Whatbetween the cupgirls and the one comer of his glaucous den making believe to read his usylessly unread- able Blue Book of Paltryattic Puetrie, O pura e pia bella! in junk et sampam or in lumber closets or in lumber closets or in Russia would have diverted, if ever she’s beleaved by checkenbrooth death since both was parties to the wall (Tiptiptip!), did most all the peoples, under the veil of forgotten languages — in a licenced victualler’s bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are now tearing, that is, teartoretoming. Too soon are