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By Jack Joseph Smith
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pad to the non-identified flying object of mercy, L/°EC Pe Of SE a
The ocean front fence posts:of the Lede camp, PESTA GY « 2 Mote
but she -had lost’ her consintration, <7e ered its eel;
One of the farewell hellraisers; amar named:
Davenport, softly reclined in the back seat of”
am over journeyed’ Rolls Royces More-than dust
had ‘stolen. away it's British sheen during the>
automobiles “horse trading" experiences in Mex-
icog But’ now “it rolled‘ along up through the-cur=
ves :of Topanga Canyon, , quite adequate: it’ appear=
ed ‘for it'd passangerss The Pranketer was in the
back seat with Davenport laughing with the South
American "in" weed, while -the driver. antcasseel=
shotgun: rodé im the fronts beg oie a eee ee eee orcad
"Would you gentlemen care for something on the- iawn Cais od
silver spoom mother made-me promise-to keep?" ME pe aig of briny
was asked im jest by the shotgum
Davenport twirled°the ends of his mustaches and
emiled his rospy cheeks into irresistibility.
"There's a lesson to be learned’ Prankster," said
Davenport, "from the-rebirth of the -spoom being
Manma' é -graves"
They moved'along, Prankster holding together a: