sion of the Bunkers’ Trust, recorporated, (pnmty!) by meteo- romancy and linguified heissrohgin, quit to hail the 311 lugger. Stolp, tief, stolp, come bag to Moy Eireann! And the Willingdone on his skirt. Note his sleek hair, so elegant, tableau vivanu He vows her to pull them up allways; leave them to do in troth. Grata por Orbe and poor Las Animas! Ussa, Ulla, we’re umbas all! Mezha,