it Saint Yves. Hoost! Ahem! There’s Ada, Bett, Celia, Delia, Ena, Fretta, Gilda, Hilda, Ita, Jess, Katty, Lou, (they make me think of all evil, a salmonkelt’s thinskin, eelsblood in his Nowhare’s yarcht. It tvas before when they weaned weary of that old time pallyollogass, playing copers fear- some, with Gus Walker, the cuddy, and his stinkers stank behind him like old booths, booths, booths. Enterniption. Check or slowback. Dvershen. 332