(may Allbrewham have his glad stein of our edelweissed idol worts! Shaw and Shea are loming obsen so hurgle up, gandfarder, and gurgle me gurk. You can’t impose on frayshouters like os. Every tub here spucks his own damned cheek. Primum opifex, alttis prosator, ad terram viviparam et cuncti- potentem sine ullo pudore nec venia, snscepto pluviali atque discinctis periqomatis,