The Dean and assessors —unanimoslie condishended and agreied upon that ane compitent number of feezes be made for packing of pleding.

“We have five dogs,” I hear her say, “All Heinz 57s, rescued.”

A LOOK IN THE MIRROR, CHESTER SEES CHARLES CROMWELL PEERING OVER HIS SHOULDER, LEERING AT HIM WITH A SMUG SMILE FROM EAR-TO-EAR: “TCHICK, TCHICK, TCHICK, TCHICK, TCHICK, TCHICK, TCHICK,”

And I hope, the known avowed use and experience of such great Men, and those in so great a number, is an abundant overpoise to the contrary Affirmation of this, or any other Novel Author whatsoever.