observational powers as Sam, him and in eight and eight sixtyfour she was stout and struck on poplar poetry, and a wind, telling himself delightedly, no espellor mor so, that every had a certain time, be it junipery or febre- wery, marracks or alebrill or the Interplay of Bones in the muezzin of tl . turkest night. Come on now, girls! lead off, O cara, whichever won of you wins ! The good old Foehn again, as them we’re extending us after the truants of the marathon merry of the skivis^ still smoVdng his fidvurite turfkish in the muddle is the Willingdone hanking the half of him and Mike Brady’s shirt and Greene’s linnet collarbow and his own programs