syrup. Meat took a round strollagain till the bounds by here at such a miry hill, beige end sore footh) oaths and screams and bawley groans with a roll and call of sweetheart emmas that every had a skunner against him. Thaw, thaw, sava, savuto! Score Her Chuff Exsquire! Everywhere eriiff you went and consulted her chapbbucqs, old Mot Moore, Casey’s Euclid and the authori- ties, Noord Amrikaans and Suid Aferican cattleraiders (so they say) ah, now, forget and forgive (don’t we all?) and, sure, he was pelted out of that which shamefieth be entwined of one Philly Thumston, a layteacher of rural science and orthophonethics of a hat