This year's projections are above prior year actuals by five percent.

The fireman knows the marks of the arsonite. If there are any footprints left behind, he will discern them at once.

Scarcely a score of years after the passing of the Prince of Music, in spite of so many authoritative fillips on the ear, the chromatic cat came back with all its slurred miauling and was heard once more on the musical stage, this time puffed up in an array of hysteric sounds of augmented, diminished, tritoned and disconnected “daring skips”, forsooth a veritable harlequin exhibition of variegated disharmonies.

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