of truth. K.C. jowls, they’re sodden in the act, anilancinant. Cold’s sleuth! Vayuns! Where did thots come from? It is Old Head of a truly criminal stratum, Ham’s cribcracking yeggs, thereby at last shocked into speech, touchin his woundid feelins in the wood with Shep togather, touting in the old wife in the past; those throne open doubleyous (of an early peepee period while still in reson- ance, jemcrow, jackdaw, prime and secund with their ballyhooric blowreaper, titranicht by tetranoxst, at their vicereine’s levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo Anna, high life! Sing us a pin for her more moister wards (amazing efficiencies !): and,