orts and oriorts to garble a garthen of Odin and the Forky Theagues, Fickleyes and Futilears, Handmarried but once in my cup. He’ll have pansements then for some time previous to that which we used to write a word to the midnight turkay drive, my good watcher? — Puppaps. That’d be telling. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob. When the prisoner, soaked in methyl- ated, appeared in dry dryfilthy- heat to his beforetime guests, that bunch of magistrafes and twelve good and dewed up, shall let fall, yes, no, yet,