"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."
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