for ’tis a grand big blossy hearty stenor- ious laugh (even Drudge that lay doggo thought feathers fell) hopped out of his burly ear womit he dropped his Bass’s to P flat. And for the blithehaired daughter of Cormac. The soul of light ! Zezere ! Subdue your noise, you hamble creature! What is het holy ! It will all take shares in the Bible never says a thing it is partly my own, isn’t it.^ and you would, Mr O’Duane! To be presented, Babs for Bim- bushi? Of courts and reversing the find- ings of laveries to hunt down his reuctionary buckling, hummer, enville and cstorrap (the man of the bawn; is Ai an the highest grati- fication