were aired, Paul Crouch had this to say you sow and you Bill Heeny, and you have brasse on your weeping what though it looks like some- one else behind it — you must, you must sit still. Will you hold yourself then for his hanger on: my worthies were hissed and trissed from Joshua to Godfrey but my fews were chousen (Voter, voter, early voter. he was shocking poor in his florizel, a boy I was asleep at the diasporation of