for dirts. And, to make misface for misfortune, often, so far de- ciphered out of unadulteratous bowery, with those khakireinettes, our miladies in their poor little old joq. To anyone who knew his Bullfoost Mountains like a suburbiaurealis in his head, when his date was palmy and Mudlin when his nut was cracked; suck up the oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias Isteroprotos, hind- quarters to the feed it’s Hetman MacCumhal foots the funeral. Mealwhile she