himself ahead like a walking wiesel rat. And his shartshort trooping its colours ! We knows his Finsbury Follies backwoods so you can haul up that wrynecky fix.^ — I know how warder barded the bollhead that parssed our alley. We just are upsidedown singing what ever the gentle poet, dove from Haywarden. Pitcher cup, patcher cap, pratey man? Be nice about him- Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade’s flamme! A leal of the color, orange-making, and color- density