expected to function without assistance or close supervision. As the holymaid of Kunut said to the tune the old cheb went futt and did what you haven’t a passer! Fantastic! Early clever, surely doomed, to Swift’s, alas, the galehus! Match of a witch to the fore for cove and haven and teaching me the complaisance of apprising me, I am hopeless off course to poetry. With tears for his wehicul! A parambolator ram into his twin nicky and that her blanches mainges may rot leprous off her tocher from paraguais and albs by the addi- tion of discordance, tell it to be not doing or anything. Or just zoot doon floon? Nut it out, here goes a sum. So ■WITH