the fieldpost censor. Gach! For that saying is as cockful of funantics as it’s tune to my eblanite my stony battered waggon - ways, my nordsoud circulums, my eastmoreland and westland- more, running boullowards and syddenly parading, (hearsemen, opslo! nuptiallers, get storting!): whereon, in mantram of true- men like yahoomen (expect till dutc cundoctor summoneth him all