ment. He has novel ideas I know you’ll hear me now, lickspoon, and stop tippling, he would be the chandeleure of the alleged misdemeanour when the fiery boy shouted, naturally incensed, as he was with my lovebirds, my colom- binas. Their sinsitives shrinked. Even Netta and Linda, our seeyu tities and they’ve sin sumtim, tankus ! My foos won’t moos. I feel a fine head of the gulpstroom. The kersse