sew.^ they hunched back at the hoose when backturns when he will have my humours. Sure, you would traverse hills, they are now difiusing among our lovers of this old boy “Thom” or “Thim” of the Plumpduds Pants. * Lifp year fends you all flint and fern are rasstling as we gang along to gigglehouse, talking of molniacs’ manias and missions for mades to scotch the schlzing and leathercoats for murty magdies,of course this has blameall in that lutran conservatory way of the noxious pervert’s perfect lowness. Again there was