LIFE BEGINS AT FORTE; WHO WANTS TO GET GUILD?--SAGE

"There are Ferris at the bottom of my Gardiner," sang Hu Flung Huey gaily. "I wouldn't give a plugged McNicol for the Lord Jeff's chances.

"Dietz speaks louder than words," said his dour friend, You Foo Too, "and your words have a Harlow sound I predict the Jeffs will be the Pfister draw Blood."

"A gloomy Pitcher, son," replied the Sage of the Age. "Amherst admits the Sambrinas are strong, but a Gordon to my information, it'll be John 27, Jeffrey 0."