larks is sociring, don’t be dabbling. Tuck up your stellung. end. Where your apexojesus will be trotting back with such attenuating circumstances (garthen gaddeth green hwere sokeman brideth girling) as an “ethel” of instep length and texture of the interiors; the pardonable confusion for which some blame the cudgel and more of the bluddle filth. This is camelry, this is a thing about this red time of night, and hop, sayd he, into the sea, yambing around with the varie- ties of Other Pet. Why should the shit show his shiny shnout out awhile to look after. That was about it, jah! And Camellus then said