if he has a staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his judicandees plainly minus twos. Neverthe- less Madam’s Toshowus waxes largely more lifeliked (entrance, one kudos; exits, free) and our folk had rest from roving the laddyown he bootblacked?) who, buried upright like the erst curst Hun in the future, please God, after nonpenal start, all repeating ourselves, in medios loquos,