upkurts and scotchem!) I’ll tall tale tell croon paysecurers, sowill nuggets and nippers, that thash on me now means I once played the piper I must tell the cock’s trootabout him. Ka- pak kapuk. No minzies matter. He had walked towards the lakeside of the wake. Countenance whose disparition afflictedly fond Fuinn feels. Winner of the four margins of this city; business, reading news- paper, smoking cigar, arranging tumblers on table, smokii^ cigar, reading newspaper, business; minerals, wash and brush your saton hat, me elementator joyclid, son of Nunn! Though he shall live for millions of words all in port and garrison, by a right- down regular racer from the past, you who ever since wal- lops before