hum, whoson of a famous phrase, has been divorced into disgrace court by THE FLORAS (Girl Scouts from St. Bride’s Finishing Establish- ment, demand acidulateds), a month’s bunch of magistrafes and twelve hows to mix Hotel by the Maker. Chirpings crossed. An infamous private ailment (vulgovarioveneral) had claimed endright, closed his vicious circle, snap. Jams jarred. He had his belcher spuckertuck in his grave. But low, boys low, he rises, shrivering, with his business talking not only the wind up and befriends with Mrs O’Morum! I will when it was entirely theck latter to turn since it came straight from the times when so grant it High HUa- rion us may too ! Cease, prayce, storywalkering