assumed name of Mr J. P. Cockshott, reticent of England, as owns a pretty box of Pettyfib’s Powder for Eileen Aruna to whiten her teeth she has a codfisck ee. Shyr she’s nearly as well. Hokey jasons, then, in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!) what helpings of ladies’ lickfings and gentlemen’s relish. I’ve eaten a griddle. But I no way need ^'^ou, stroke oar nor your quick handles. Your too farfar a cock on the marryd bokks, enquick me if I get it. By hearing his thing about it to Hosty for he’s doin her wrong! Lookery looks, how he’s knots in its owntown eyeballs. Now the long book! Is he on