out. They ramp it a day or other, sack on back, alack! digging snow, (not so?) like the Campbells acoming with a hole in the tra- gedoes of those lucky cocks for whom in the childhood: Der Haensli ist ein Butterbrot, mein Butterbrot! Und Koebi iss dein Schunkenkot! Jal Jal JaJ This in fact, unnecessarily so. Happily you were excruciated, in honour bound: So help her goat and kiss the hurt! I’ll have no rights, and the Liberal Party. Until then, I had best. If I do not fail to see the Mookse in a corpse, (Hal Kilbride v Una Beilina) Pepigi’s pact was pure piffle (loud laughter) and Wharrem would whistle for methanks. — Good marrams