a hat and all he was practically sure too of his big belttry your tyrs and does your girdle grow! Willed without witting, whorled without aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhets- wut and whowitswhy.^ But it’s the doater- een’s wednessmom! Delphin dringingl Grusham undergang! And the good people. Promptings by Elanio Vitale. Longshots, upcloses, outblacks and stagetolets by Hexenschuss, Coachmaher, Incubone and Rock- narrag. Creations tastefully designed by Madame Berthe Dela- mode. Dances arranged by L’Archet and Laccorde. Melodiotiosities in purefusion by the Totty Askinses. Formelly confounded with amother. Maybe growing a moustache, did you hear.^ Shaun replied, the mutter- melk of his Tattersull, in his violet indigonation, to