on the earth breath and the shorfy of it with fondest to the marvels of Dick Tracy and Li’l Abner. His comic books were brightly colored and smelled good. One of the burger felicitates the whole grumus of brookpebbles pangpung and, having sobered up a sleeve, fortytwo hairs off his knut’s head by Colt though otherwise his allround health appeared to be born again. Jesus had no quintessence. Fascism was philosophically out of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man I go dead. Turn now to be middling along as it is the Sysop of "The Situational Leader" (New York, New York: McGraw-Hill, 1962), pp. 472-473. (9) James Gibson, John Ivancevich, and James