" Men of Garliclarge your numbers, Long indeed your conscience slumbers, Can't you change and eat cu-cumbers? Men of Garlic, say!

* * 64 Mars so' lar (ler) Ve' nus plan' ets Mer' cu ry di am' e ter com' pass es sat' el lite tel' e scope grad' u al ly in' ter est ing cir cum' fer ence THE SUN'S FAMILY "Please tell me a story, Frank" said Philip, as the two boys sat in the shade of a large tree.

I love the bu-hir-tser-i all, Khar-sa-a-nii sa-qu-u-tu; Hear cu-uts-tsi[10] with thunder roll Across the skies within my view.