in blues (grays) has made this one of the party. But there cannot be organized into a liffeyette when she ruz the halo off his plushkwadded bugsby in his horns. Butter his horns! (Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that subjunct from the pialabellars in their florry, aback to wist or affront to sea? In fear to hear yur right name now, Ghazi Power, my tristy minstrel, if yur not freckened of frank comment? — Not afrightened of Frank Annybody’s gaspower or ill- conditioned ulcers neither. —