They'll hire a new crew of diggers and make them swear to hold their tongues. And then they'll kill them to keep them quiet, like the last nine. Being sick makes me gloomsome. I'm taking Goodwin's potion and going to bed.

Mr John Puffingham was a patron—a patron to the diversified layers and strata of men and things pertaining to sublunary matters.

Tino’s—235 E. 58th St., 751-0311. Jacket required. Northern Italian. Spcls: linguine with broccoli & zucchine, costolette alla Milanese, pollo alla Tino.

The Clouds are ſtill above; and, while I ſpeak, / A ſecond deluge o'er our head may break.