"Malm's the Word," Says Hu, While Cloaking Plans in Fog

"Litzeiman, you Schuh had a Hull of a day," murmured the Peiping Prophet.

"My Boddle is only Fleischmann," the Disciple moaned. "They sure did Chipouras; I've taken a Ramin, a real Whelan."

"Don't Dickerman," said the Sage, Pierik at him from an oblique Engle. "Sure your Seazzero-II over, but you'll soon be Haley and Vitale."

"You should Beishelm-ed of yourself," retorted Di Grande Disciple. "Why, with all those Jenson ladies watching the opposition Marchant over us . . ."

"None of your sad Taylors. Jerome all over and of Kostes they'll Pujo Fratt on your back. If you'll Follet my advice, you'd have seen. HARVARD 28  CORNELL 21