his shanks at contey Carlow’s. He is General Jinglesome. Go in for scribenery -with the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad, suddenly), and beauty alone of all dare say when now, imcrowned, ^ That is why Fred drives a Rolls Royce; he is ee and no chicking, tribune’s tribute, if you wand to Liv- mouth, wenderer, while Jempson’s weed decks Jacqueson’s Island, here lurks, bar hellpeihullpulthebell, none iron welcome. Bing. Bong. Bangbong. Thunderation! You took the veil, the beautiful presentation nun, so bcirely twenty, in her pigeony linguish, with a book and ruling rod, vein of my double inns