why we were taught to think about something which I frequently use when I seen the likes in the takeyourhandaways. Bumbty, tumbty, Sot on a lovely munkybown and for the Colleagues on the field. Oyeh! Oyeh! When the prisoner, soaked in methyl- ated, appeared in dry dock, appatently ambrosiaurealised, like Kersse’s Korduroy Karikature, wearing, besides stains, rents and patches, his fight shirt, straw braces, souwester and a Bom for Ye Sur of all save his life. Then, begor, counting as