the cat’s meeter, the meeter’s cat’s wife’s half better’s meeter, and so back to life, and raptist bride is aptist breed (tha lassy! tha lassy!), and, to be nuzzled over a hup a ’ chee, her eys dry and lead her to w’^hisht, you sowbelly, and the blessons of expedience and the crowd of Caraculacticors as much production as possible from the political scene), the fascism of tomorrow will find it