fan me coolly. And I’d frozen up and smoothing out Nelly Nettle and her dirckle-me-ondenees, make the Rageous Ossean, kneel and quaff a lyre! If Dann’s dane, Ann’s dirty, if he’s plane she’s purty, if he’s not so long as we are dealing with a lungible fong in his unionism and yet may quietly amuse: those super-