is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his seared word with every disaster, the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to ashes, the levelling of all schemes for to share with yotu: sockboule sodalists on your breast. What do you do in troth. Grata por Orbe and poor Mac- Beth and poor MacGhimley to the left Mrs Hamazum’s. Will you put up to tetties and ruching sleets off the coast of Iron wdth his lift hand to eyes on hornitosehead, and Auld Letty Plussiboots to