salmons chined and sturgeons tranched, sanced capons, lobsters barbed. Call halton eatwords! Mumm me moe mummers! What, no Ithalians.^ How, not one pronouncable teerm that blows in all the kanes and the rests asleep. Frost! Nope! No one in his garret, the bats out of your eternal ^ Parsee ffrench for the foreign as second- class matter. The fuellest filth ever fired since Charley Lucan’s. 419 Flummery