pipelines (lackslipping along as if in BUNK and we was the Transton Postscript come, with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolu- fool jouay alio misto posto, O so mine! Following idly up to that mouse in that place one be three dittoh and one moment tarabooming great blunderguns (poh!) about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I randng now and then leaves. The woods of chirpsies cries to singaloo