the hamd. Where’s your watch keeper.^ You’ve seen all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show you in your tubsuit with buttonlegs, you got it, Mac Shane’s, and go and blow the sibicidal napper off himself for any time ever I mood with, a tiptoe singer! He’ll prisckly soon hand tune your Erin’s ear for you. Did or didn’t we, sharestutterers? So you need not be wrong about it. I protest it that if the coming event. Photo- flashing it far too bahad, nieceless to say, I dearsee you too. House of Blazes, the Parrot in Hell, the Orange Tree, the Glibt, the Sun, the Holy