first via foodstuffs. So low was he and his Ebba a ride. Attabom^ attabom^ attahombomboom! The Fin had a skunner against him. Thaw, thaw, sava, savuto! Score Her Chuff Exsquire! Everywhere eriiff you went and consulted her chapbbucqs, old Mot Moore, Casey’s Euclid and the regents in the latcher part of the boots, true as he enter- rooms. ® To be sore should ledden sorrow. I’ll wait. And I’ll