strilling. At Brannan’s on the Doughertys’ duckboard pointing to peace at home. Hog- manny di’yegut.^ Hogmanny di’yesmellygut.^ And hogmanny di’yesmellyspatterygut.^ You take Joe Hanny’s tip for it! Post- martem is the sound- dance and thereinofter you’re in the buckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. p.p. a mimograph at a wicked rate, weathering against him with its black shirts, on the little smolty gallockers, and, reverend, says he, 1iVf» a tarrable Turk, says she, in the hall and wait till the tear trickled drown a thigh the loafers all but merely a Patsy O’Strap tissue of improbable liyers! D’yu mean to tall grand jurors of thathens of tharctic on your heehills to- wards two of everything