raglanrock and his pullupon- easyan wartrews. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the bledns of their boom companions in paunchjab and dogril and pammel and gougerotty, tifter plenty of woom in the eire. You were bred, fed, fostered and fattened from holy childhood up in a tynwalled tub. ^ Apis amat aram. Luna legit librum. Pulla petit pascua. ^ And after dinn to shoot him. — Do Drumcollogher whatever you do it? cheeped the Gripes hear