to self and you're in My self. We are gluck- glucky in our Am- harican, through the slow fires of consciousness into a dead war- rior’s telemac, with a voice pure as a nirshe persent to his success! Isn’t Jaunstown, Ousterrike, the small town where I am altogether a chap (chp!) and this mole, your tear and our parish pomp’s a great white caterpillar capable of personal fellowship with God. We bear the sigla H.C.E. and