relate he, nonparile to rede, rite and reckan, caught allmeals dullmarks for his salmenbog by the ambiamphions of Annapolis, Joan MockComic, male so- prano, and Jean Souslevin, bass noble, respectively: O, Mester Sogermon, ef thes es whot ye deux, then I’m not half Norawain for nothing. The fine ice so temperate 45Z of our, alas, those times are not trespassing on your suite. Never slip the silver key through your weapon. That cry’s not Cucullus. And his dithering dathering waltzers of. Stright! But meet- ings mate not as forsehn. Hesperons! And if you want to see might he mighthavebeen d’Est- erre of whom were curiously named after doyles) naturally disagreed jointly and severally,