My faithful old typewriter is aching to be thumped once more,--and I've got half-a-dozen extra ribbons, thank God.

Good for two long novels and an epitaph.

Just as soon as we can get the ship's printing press and dining-room type ashore, I'll be ready to issue The Trigger Island Transcript, w.t.f .-- if you know what that means.

I see you don't.

Weekly till forbidden." "I've always wondered what those confounded letters meant down in the corner of the half-inch advertisements," said Flattner.