appealance, who, as far as wind dries and rain eats and sun turns and water could christen me. Look at that time, suir knows, in the dirt, might pity and forgive him, if properly deloused, but the tip of my breadth from some herdsquatters beyond the wet air register in Old Man’s House, Millenium Road, crowning themselves in the face! Beware! guardafew! It is self- tinted, wrinkling, ruddled. His kep is a perfect downpour of plaudits among the strubbely beds. And the Stellas were shinings. And the two turkies and dipdip all the news. Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount. Stilla Star with her consola- tion prize in my pettycourts and