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known to it. ‘ . -
‘ I come down‘to'N’ew York every new
'n' then but most 0' the time’tor a good
many years I bo’n up to Bacon's Bridge:
wrantlln’ (bunch 0' grade Holstein's an.
toierin' ‘n Syracuse plow m’ wonder!!!
how long it'll take the city.folks an the
country folks to-nnd out theywas both
bein' made monkeys of, an’ to quit .618-
tniltln' nn' backcnppin’ an’ marlin 8‘
of food manipulators trims
the farmer thinks
is all his mortal
Becus a lot
him down to the bone.
the folks in‘ New York .
enemies: nn when the New Yorker who
works for a livln’ looks over his feed blxll
he agrees with those self denying pollt - >
ers is a gang of bandits
e helpless babies
or New York. an' that they all oushtn
‘ This thing about the farmer glttln' rich
has sure be'n spread around a plenty. I git
it everywhere. The other night I went up
to a boardln' house in the Bronx to supper
with my cousin, Hiram Pepper. He left
Buscom's Bridge seventeen years ago come
next January to make his fortune in New
York. as so many folks don't. He's
clerkin' in a paint store in Third avenue.
There was a corn-fed wldder- there.
Boardin' houses always seems to me to be
popylated with wldders of men thats
worked 'emselves to death. Sometimes
when I listen to 'em I think after all a
long overstraln on the ear drum might
cause death. An' this widder says. "Oh
my. the farmers is all coinin' money now:
They got automobiles an’ telephones an
they go to the movin' pitchers every Saddy
night."
"Yes, mom," I says: "they run automo-
biles ads to keepthe New York oil barons
from goin' to the poor house an' becomln'
a public charge. an' they go nn' set in the
movin' pitchers in the winter time to keep
warm an' save burnln' coal at sixteen ilfty
n ton an' haul it yersclf seven miles. But
they never (last go to (the movies unlest
the hens has laid eggs enough through the
Week to pay for the tickets.
“An' besides." I says. "scnst the farmers
has begun tnkln' their families to the
movin' pitchers lnstld of settin‘ around the
kitchen stove nn' worryin', that less of 'em
has had to take their wives to th' insane
asylum. The farm women that used to
look like pitchers of 'Before Takin" is
nctially gittln' sense enough to be, foolish
onct in a while, but none of 'em ls foolish
enough to think they’re glttin' rich."
“Why," she says, ilullln' up her fur but
purring' the way widders does, “be you n
farmer by any chnnct?"
“I think I be. mom," I says, "though
you prob'iy wouldn't suspect it from my
looks."
"How vurry lnicrcstln'," she murmurs.
"Then I sposc you pordiwe all these llee<
llclous things deah hlis' Potter gives us to
eat."
“Most all of 'vm." I says, “An pork like
that you're pluyln' with netted jest 7 cents
I. pound to most of the farmers—hn' that
was gross net. 'V‘Vhy that's prime stuff,
growed on milk nn' f'cd dog middlin's,
clover pasture 'n’ brook water an' dress-3d
about a hunderd ‘n' ten. 1 kin see Mls'
Potter's some perviilor. hut whud'ye s'pose
the paid fer that mark?"
Mls' Potter spoke up from the end of
the table. “I give 23 cents for that roast."
IhO says. kind of spuichy. “My butcher
told me it was fancy quality. an’ I be‘n
distribution."
. '3
"But just the same." I says. "they's a
change comln' as sure as sunrise. In the
meantime I don't mind a little filibusterin'.
an' if you'll start an' try it I'll sit the
stuff to ya it I have to smuggle it down
here to ye on my back. In five years
you'll be the Millionaire Lnndlady of The
Bronx. an' my 01' farm'li be free an' clear
for the first time in twenty years."
"Mister Bean." she says, simkln’ her
head, "you paint a very enticlu' pitcher.
but I'm afraid Ephraim is wedded to his
idols." ,
I seen Just what was the matter with
that wldder. She was afraid to cut down
her opcrutln' expenses 40 per cent. becus,
if she did she'd lose her yeller Jacket with
that pop-eyed butcher. that's built himself
a hull row of apartment houses Just
around the corner, out of the vanity of
her an' a lot of other women lest like her.
Mls' Potter’s a mighty nice woman. but
to git by in New York you've not to make
folks think you're somethin' you ain't.
especially in the money line. which is the
hull thing. 311' she was scared pink for
fear if she quit payln’ that burglar three
prices he'll tell somebody she was a cheap
skate. '
Oh man, on man! She'll be workln' for
him till her scintaca glts so bad she can't
go on. an' I hope she's got a bit laid by
for the undertaker an' a decent frock to
be laid out in.
I wasn't talking no nonsense at all when
I told her she could cut the expenses of
her boardin' house in two by sittin' her
stuff direct from .the farm. But I under-
stood why she wouldn't do it. Simply be-
cus a landlady. like everybody else in
L 8:0“
any kind of W, mm Inlet
to an: on all no I”! M‘P‘Q"!
minute the neurosis ' endow All}
the big cities. on" the towns on around
on mv‘gom'uyicnmmun
their hands!- lonudm‘ owhsnthoiput
nowadays, , I guess it its.” more ; ..
out 0' work en’- on the brld diorama bull, . --
neon slump does. .
But they: [it away within. nutmeg; g1.
‘em figment it Wimp-tows mew ' ~
.3 ‘ ..
away from other folks. which today in.
the chief end of man. no matter whnttho
catechism says. It done 1413' Potter good
to sail into that shiny butcher shop where
the best folks was tradin'. an' buy more
stuff 'n' what they did. She could see it
in a business way. I s'pose. but I couldn't.
An' I'll bet the men. that comes draggin'
home on the 6:32 every night. after fight-
in' the devil around the stump all day in
town. would be glad to git the stuff they
eat at a discount of 30 or 40 per cent.
Anyway, here‘s what I done,1ust to show
you the difference there is between what
a farmer glts for first class stuff nn' what
the team folks has to pay for it in order to
buy bonds an' automobiles fer the teller:
in between. We had twenty-one eight-
months-old pigseforkshlro crossed on
Chester—that was just as fine.” a pig
ever giis to be. That cross 'li throw ye n
streak 0' (at 'n' a streak o' lean that'li
melt in the mouth of a snow man. _They
sure did look appetizin' hanging’ up there
in the cold the mornin' after we butcher.
all white as lilies an‘ as near of a size as
milk bottles.
My boy laughed. nn' he says. "Pn. pigs
is pigs. mebbe, but they's darn few like
them there. They're gonta put a dent in
the taxes." a
So he picked out one of 'em nn' sewed
it up nice in cheesecloth, an‘ then wrapped
a sheet around it and put it in the Henry
an’ started off. He toak it to Bascom's
Bridge. an' then he took it to Meredith.
an' than he took it to I-Iolbrook. where
there's the fanciest place anywhere in our
section. an' at night he come back with
that. pig. The highest price he could git
any of tho-shippers to pay. anywheres In
the county. was ‘12 cents. He'd used up
“Why," she says, flufiin' up her fur. but purrin. as widders does. “be you a farmer by any chanst.”
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I says: “I want to have a heart to heart
talk with the proprietor."
“Well. here we be." they all any at.
onct. .
They was all good lockers. but after
givin' 'em all the onct over I picked out
n binckeyed ’one that had a pencil behind
her ear. I figured she must be the
business member. an“ I was right.
"You got. some elegant pork in yore
winder." I says.
ye [it it?"
"We break our necks gittin' it.” she
says; "the kind 0' plus we buy on'y grown
on a tree." .
"'1 knowed the minute I looked at you
mom." I says. "that they wouldn’t nothln'
ever suit you but the best." ‘
She says, "Oh. you ol' flirt." an' begun to
.neither anne- uotn' ) , p _
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; Witch I talk s‘boufworkinfi " i : people in the
cities I don" gmeanlnst‘the' labor unions.
They’re orgasms ‘nn'ermobbo they kin-
take career. 'emnelves. To look at the
wages they pull down you'd thinkno. No.
I mean the millions. as you might some!
clenkn nn' bookkeeper. an' small trades-
-" ‘ men an’ dresmkers an' laborers—slim,
of unorganized people. -
When this multitude that eats the 1001!
at three times what they oughta pa‘y. an'
the farmers that's diggin' away all over
. the country to grow it for hall“ what they
ought to git. comes to understand each
, other. an‘ how they both befn herded along
like a lot 0‘ yearlln' calves, there's gonta
be a. political homecleanin’ in 'land of
the nobel tree that'll be shocking. but
beneficial. anf stake it from me we'll be
nearer the millennium. Nothin' is harder
to handle than a. meek-eyed calf when he
gits a. ldee into his head an‘ kits started
for somewhere:
Now. as the sayin' is up around Bas-
corn'n Bridge. "Le's plant corn.” Town
(out! has got a notion they know what's
goin' on been: they read the papers.
They say the farmer don't read none.
Iprd. the farmer has to work. In
the city they have a eight hour day. an'
a good deal of that. for some people. is
lunch time. The farmer works eight hours
,I day, too—an' eight at night; an” at that
he kin just about pay the taxes an' give
themertgagethreemealnadnyan'ths
stock two. The sto~k gits thinner on the
slightest provocation; the mortgage never
does.
Sense the Farm Bureaus got the farmer
to begin to keep some track of his busi-
neon. nn' he's beginnin“ to had cut that he
can't aloud to grow hay an' grain to-feed
cows to produce four cent milk. which
costs the families in town fifteen or better.
also that wheat costs him 82.26 a bushel
to grow can't be sold for 81.12 less com—
missions an' m for labor nn' machinery
an' fertilizer 1113' need. let alone keepin’ the
mmxwyflfi‘r ’- a... jam Iowa-awm'
better;
straw was my "around a“ u
huh
the aunts»
ht uceptatnhngnn’ho’sdoin’
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Sme‘. min would (Io—he's m
mime-unsy-n-m-nmumu
mmfltdm-fl. b that the bottom
ain't-”MRI! flour tho-guy farm-
ln New York Malone where the (am.
era has sold the stool: nn' mole, boarded
up tho windu's. turned the key an’ gong
to wn to git n. job an' make moremouths
tot An'tbohrmshasgottoteed’em,
Now do you sit what I mean? New York
city is full of farmers that couldn't make
< a livin‘ on the farm But they've all got to
eat.
so, says the statesmen. let’s help the
gamer—yes. we got to hurry up an' help
the tamer. ,
But most of the belpin‘ the farmer really
needs is to haye bankin' privileges as good
as any other teller that‘s got an equal
nmohnt'of money invested in his business.
an' then to have the food system that‘s
been chokin’ him to death an’ robt-in‘ the
clty consumer with the other hand taken
_off his Hack. But as near as I kin dis-
cover. there ain't never been no great
steps. in that. direction. The press agents
says: “Oh. Yes. we got to help the farmer.
On'y it we let him have the money, we
got to take it away from you other fel-
lers that need it in your business." There
you go ag‘in. If the farmer eve:- quit cold
the other teller would have time to go an'
play golf.
"Just look.” they at”.
now has his automobile."
kin manage it. an’ here‘s why. When 1
crack a bolt In a mowln' machine in the
middle of bayin‘. nn' I'm seven miles frog.
3. hardware store, I got to hook up aim
that ougbtn be mowin’ an' send a m
that costs me fifty a. month an’ board. all
the way to Basem’s Bridge. It kills a
workin' day for man nn’ team to git that
bolt. A secon' handed flivver—which is
the kind of alum that's 99 per cent.
prevalent on tho hm up where I come
from—’li do n in threeqnarters of an
hour. nilowln' 20 cents for gas an' 40 cents
man time. to see. we're beginnin' to dgger
like a steel company. It com hard. but
we‘re iearnln'.
Now I kin take that team right down to
"every farmer
He has it he
"3"" m u” "“4 4° 8170‘"? 311' his family out or the County maniacs road nn' hire out the outfit for
House. the tanner ain‘t been damned quite from seven to gen dong” a day; but I
so loud. .
Now we're hearin' a hull lot about "help-
don't. an' on'y God knows why. except that
my folks was always farmers and I suppose
13' “1° farmer ." but it ‘00” 33 though “1° it’s a hereditary disease. But there‘s more
time had come when that old familiar an' more gm thatis doin' it. on‘y layln‘
soothin’ syrup won‘t work. The farmer of: w cut their hay, up git in a. little
has be'n drove into a corner where he's piece of on, to grain their teams.
got to help himself. but if you trail along
An' why not? You tell me. Just git
loft. No matter how W‘mh “business" with me I think I kin show you where it's these flggem: The average size of farms
they be. 3'0“ kin never "09 " woman b°‘ gouta help the teller that eats the food as in this land of the nobel free is around 20.
in' a woman.
"Never mind." I says: "I’m married. but
to cheer you up I’m, Bouts. tell ye that I
get twenty-one young pigs that'li give
this place a gastronomic recitation from
here to Albuquerque. New Mexico. They
weigh a hundred pound apiece, an' if we
kin, come to a price 1‘!!! gonta sell you the
hull ton. Believe me. mom. you‘re gents
git oomethint from Josh Bean that you
kin make some money on. What are you
payin' fer pigs in the carcass?” She looked
kind of funny. an' utters. minute she says.
'Thlrw-five cents." _
cam right.” I says: “you chm ont'n
grab off a few feet. of , ,
w'ich no man a livin'. old 'r young, kin
much as it does the teller that grows It.
Ezn's $300,000.
Ezra Random died up to Bascom’s
Bridge the other day. He left three hun~
tired tbousnn’ dollars that he took away
from his neighbors on mortgages-Alf he
never done a day's work in his life. Ezra
used to say: “A stummlck ache don’t
amount to much. so long as it. aln‘tournl"
I‘m nursin' a. secret hope that where he's
gone he sits eternal appendicitis; All he
left me was that sayin.‘ an' it sums up the
hull philosophy of a few millions of folks _
cold storage space—q in this country at the present minute. shirts to make new curb for ‘em. “when
What's more. it's at the,bottom of most
acres, an' the average cash income of a
farm, over an' above expenses an' what
the family kin eat off ‘11 t, has been about
$318 a year. Last year it shrunk to a little
over $270. an’ them (18er Is official. The
tanner is the owner. nn’ he's the enter-
priser. nn' he’s the manager an' he's the
laborer. an' for all four labs that's what
he git: paid. There In still a good many
farmers that never eat hot house grapes.
nor Cape peaches at two dollars apiece
in the winter time.
“Then for heaven's sake.” says the city
.man who's havln' the call cut off his old
does all the money go. that we pay for
“mg. yo—nn' I'll sell yo them twenty. of the trouble. lncludin’ this fad business. grub enough to keep our collars from out-
on. pigs'nt twentyrflve cents a pound. Even if I wasn't so bald as. 1 be. 1 growin' us?” _
f. o. b. Bumm- Bridge. an‘ it you don't
wouldn't be no Bolshevlkl. This here unl-
That'l the qnudon they was afraid he
lay. an' yore customers don't say. it’s the versal altruism is a lot like Bill Smith’s wouldask. Thornton. ie's help the farmer-
—.._
and others of his century was inten- "Oh. poet. divine is the word.
fined by m, on umwmgtic yp‘ Th3 mun. haul. in mu”
voluptuous defiance.
revel in evil with something like picturescns amp. painted with
consummate 8km In the most eu-
By AMELIA V. ENDE.
HERE are words that with the
force of a flash reveal the
intellectual and moral essence
of a man and strike the‘keynote of
his character.
tained in the following outburst:
Praised be my ancestors, who
from a distant past bequeathed
to me their rich and fiery blood.
Praised be they for the deep
wounds they struck. the mighty
conflagratlons they caused, the
delicious cups they drained. the
magnificent garments they wore.
the beautiful women they enjoyed.
Praised be they for their mur-
derous fights and their drunken
orgies. their eocentricities and
"their dissipation; For by all
thm they trained in me the five
senses in which the beauty of the
world mirrors itself as in five wide
and deep oceans."
‘Theu words were spoken by
Gabriel. d'Annunzio many years
ago, when he was tlrst hailed as
C
the mugontst of s. new Italian
Such words are con-
lettl. Gabriele d'Annunzlo is a name
to be softly breathed. tenderly
whispered in the scented atmosphere
of a dimly lighted room with heavy
rugs and tapestries and vibrating
with the harmonies of hidden viola.
‘ n.
For a great artist was this man
and in his novel "Piacere"— plea-
sure—which can stand for a. fair
summary of his reading of life, he
called art. '
"the faithful, immortal ever youth- ’
ful mistress. the source of joys»
unspoilt. hidden to the multitude.
meant only for the elect . . . the .
ambrosia which makes gods of
men." -
His heroes are men whose cult of
beauty is coupled with barbarous-
cruelty. whose fanatic pursuit of art
shrinks from no sacrifices Like 1119?
priests of old who grovelied in the
bloody entrails of dumb beasts.
slaughtered upon their ”altars. and
uttered inerticulate prophesiem'so
they delight in vivisectlon of the
ego and shroud their deductions in
D’A nunzio the Man 'of Letter
preserved a singular silence; yet
a record of that period might have where :denied: there was a hmvndo a
added an interesting chapter to the ‘
psychology of prodiglos. For. born /
on board .of the hrigantine Irene.
then cruising in the Adriatic. the
poet was a descendant of the half
barbaric Abruuesafixms first book.
proudly published by the father
when ’the lad was only 16. induced
Marc Monnler to say of him in the
Revue Butane. “If I were one of
his teachers. I would give him a
gold medal and a sound spanking.”
For the amazing prematurity of sen-'
sual experiences revealed in his verso
was equalled by an amazing perfec-
tion of form. His whole future was
foreshadowed when in sung the
praiseof the
“infinite Joy of, living,"of~ being
young andsntrongrof bathe vvith‘
m
“fruits of the earth, of boldly'nnd
coMously grasping beauty and
ever aimingnt new prey.“ g -- ,
D’Annunzio was then a student at
the-College of Pinto. the old seat, of
classical Tuscan oratory. A‘ yen:
gun-cogs. m” ““7 “an“ With verbal dramatic-soften ”opaque n.- later he sent out his "Canto nuovo:
”m lism. “3 “9911118 rhythm todety penetrndon. but more often It was indeed a "new, song." for;
and sensuous vowel music caressed
no car and wove a spell about the
appallingly transparent. ..
There is little doubt what prompted
unprecedentedwnn its undisgulned
eroticism and units unununlfitn mu-
m who saw it on the one page ‘the MM expose and exploit; his ten of technique. When the “later.
d a. book. The author was well own ago in the some manner.;when9meuo d1 Blind" appeued the tit-:0
aware of its subtle charm. when. as one has rend the m manifesto page appropriately boro'n' «who:
mmmmmmnzed thenamo of m. pomnnlity and has traced—r. hirfflend. met“. reminiscent“ of
1 Mi once-tors for that, insinuat-
My melodious creation at his own.
For than is a world of difference
htwun d'Annunao and aspen-tin.
Wine-sustainsnnmcum‘rmmq
.mmmunmongthe
his development frothn publica-
tlon of the_ ”Prints veto.” his first
book ofverne. No living writer with
for the benefit of future Honolulu-‘-
moxnndplnceotthnblrthofcnch
' Frans Stuek‘s “Sin.” The sonnets in
’- thin volume were ans-perfect in newsman whammmunouiat- reign
Its-notion u’iny of BM but
' their spirit was bopelenliy pessimis-
7 no. Whatever tiapoet‘m learned
“from therzreat‘ssnsualis’ ts"‘ofrtbo
lash at any one and Imp Iti— book. Only about his infancy he «aqua min and from Baudelnerfthlnglncklng
fascinating personality. Thnflinl’gfl
sources of hls'innpiration' m 90‘
of daring to be daring in his work.
.His premature experiences tainted
his conception of certain phases of
life. He evoked from them W
of bewitching beauty“. caressed tbs
ear with voluptuous cadence- 3‘3
his exquisite wordcrnft could not
"hide the emotional impotence and
spiritual sterility of hi: art. From
the banquet spread before them the
diners rose surfeited. but their sous
were hungry. He who claimed”!!!
affected an aristocracy of Intellect,
hadndmessage tor tho'atfitocrnoy
of sentiment. , * "
A newer and purer not.
in his "Inotteo" and “Lin Chimera.-
and still later in the *mth- dolls
Anlme”. and "0d! New , use an,—
whitérteeth ‘into‘ s'l the, "m" "15° ““110 mm'm
bled: the purple poinp‘of pseudo-
vasanlsm had filed: "HQWW’Q
his, victory over mm ”“3
greeted as his guardhnmlfit 319"?”
my With a tenderness. suite
foreign to him he pictured chestnuts
tanks and homelysoynofthom
and women that till as Moth“:
country and shadow Willi-l“?
Inmates or their labor he
scheme 9! ‘humaui'flfi‘fanfi ._ . .
voice most closelyappronchedpnoa
...; * a... in
All our Joys. and verse is every-
thing” '
he had not a limit to his mission as
poet.
In.
The novelist d’Annunxio began his
career‘almostnnearly‘asthepoef.’
But of genuine originality This early
notion gave llttle'pxoof. 'Schopen-
.hauer stood sponoor' for his pessim-
ism: Nietnnche for the egotlsm of
his 38mm; and from. Zola be
borrowed a realism more boastful
than truthful. At the an at sixteen
he had written a rural tale. “The
Bells 'f‘mmy‘ reminiscent ‘ " camc-
tor’ ;Hugo‘n -“l¢ofl-e. Dame.“ firms
“ ”' wan closely-fashioned upon
M's ”Matinee." . “n
dolls Yerflnk‘rpublisb‘ed when
he I}! twenty. suggested the In,
senses: atendhwmnbexn 3...
hey 1., d'Aureyilly. . and others... The:
nodes nklmmedthq nut-taco of mar-
...bld, “yellow. reveled in n. realism
:‘ git-repulsive, details and revealed an
imagination omupf ted by" depraved
gnonsunllsm. Anotherprodubt'oflhat
’ [ , ‘Snn ‘Pantnlnonef'. pictured
31W i" We“ unequaled
launcdem natal-alum. inelastic of
7these, stories. as of him-others
swam 110"»,me
in
mm
m cope;- bolus, an ,nafivoi‘pifovlnée, one?
records of wretchedneis us brunch
of’aineeflty in .ths‘Odlfiavnll." in "jfisg‘fgthg‘i‘w ; timezone-ijI-Rufiimg-
‘whiclii‘he,snngths7§pralssof his
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With the novel "Pincers" the scene
of his stories shifted to, the elegant
world of modern Italian culture and
with the hero Andrea Sperelll began
the long line of'characters in which
he chose to mirror forth his super-
man. .The father of Sperelll had
taught his son: ' »
One must mold one's life as an
artist molds his work. The life of
an Intellectual man 'must 'be his
owner-cation. . . Freedom must
be preserved at any price. even in
the deliriumvof pleasure. . . .” Re—
morse is the sterile pastime of an
‘ unoccupied mind. One Joust: es'— ,
cape it.by incessantly feeding‘rthe
mlnd'upon new imagesrand sent
nations. The scienA of life, is
perhaps to obscure '
The youth brought. :u on this
‘philOPODhy developed ~int6'.a man
wither! ekqulsite tints for art. an
absolute , -, co'nbunpt .. nor 1 convention
and an‘ insatiable desks for plane‘-
ure: ‘9. man in whom‘theLeéthetlc tn-
ntlncf had supplanted ~ the 2 moral.
abut-en Speculum the model
upon ~whlch‘wvene :molded all the
heroes offipr'Annunxlo.“ " ' ”
‘ '_ 8600 lid fibvelu' _‘ in “the not!“ 9!
wlucli'iihe' calledirfil'ovkelt or the
Rose” was mm ' mates in fis’ a
mugs: infidelity. culminnfliiln an.
teatime. audits reminiscent civilian-
vamtfsgi'lme Commas which.
phonlom language evolved by man-
In “I Elk-[onto dens Morte," too»
d’Annunxlo conjures all the magic of _
his native land 00 create a. marvel—
ously beautiful netting for the story
of the two being: whose idle narrow
life 01 the senses be portrays. YV‘nen
not more than a boy. the .author had
sung: , '
“My strong and untamed youth
Is strangled in the arms or woman
and all, his heroes blame the women
whom than-1d]! had aubjugated for
the failure d their lives. Giorgio
Aux-laps, lnnnllate yet disgusted.
seeks Ippontta'n damnation: k.
drags hertonpredptce. butassko
does not rams he: hold of him. he.
too. is lrurledto Mn death.
In .31? Welsh! delle socce-
Diannundo been a new series. He
pictured tho family of an impover-
ished not-Alana; themed»: a victi-
of noun; m mental disorder:
hjnwifnnndthe-m oftheoon
who is.» be the longed for
superndnnxmmkumtoeach:
bntnottncmwtyfiofmldngn
utilize: meniscus ills WW“ mo “(tun-hood. but the
""‘k’h‘im ' 1m 63.1w... ..
inability or feeling genuine love.
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