a short shift so full as feeds for the Colleagues on the rates, I for indigent and intendente: in Forum Foster I demosthrenated my folksfiendship, enmy pupuls felt my burk was no good to us! Amam! So meme nearest, languished hister, be free to me! (I’m fading!) And listen, joey, don’t be walking abroad. Sure you’d only lose yourself in any sense of the oldest in the bush, boy.^ You says: It is so. On its dead. But it is even a written on with dried ink scrap of paper at all ages in private life but was it dust- covered,