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The jaws of slits brewing company of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, present the halls of Ivy, starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Coleman. I was curious. I tasted it. Now I know why slits is the beer that makes Milwaukee think.

If you like good beer, you'll find it pays to be curious and learn about slits for yourself. The halls of Ivy. Welcome again to Ivy College, that is the town of Ivy, USA. It's early in the evening with a spring dust settling over the campus, a vast resterner spinning a quiet land over

the grey moke and the faculty rots. At the home of Dr. William Tom Hunter Hall, Ivy's president and his English ex-actual wife Victoria, there's a sudden noise which shutters the car. Oh, what is it, Victoria?

You called cold. I knew it. I just quoted my darling. How could you knew it? I knew it last night. You shouldn't have gone over to the Quintanons without an overcoat. It wasn't the lack of an overcoat, Vicki.

I'm afraid it was the overabundance of overheating in which the Quintanons rebel. Only a symphidian could survive that equatorial planet, and I am no organ. Yes, I know. I'm afraid that Mr. Quintanon hasn't very good certaination.

I'm afraid Mrs. Quincanan hasn't any blood. Sorry, what was it all? It didn't say. The matter of fact, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't have a slight fever. And very fond of Mrs. Quincanan, blood or no blood.

You said, fever? Do you have anything to have? I'm going to take your temperature. Let me see your forehead. Mm-hmm. Deconate the feverish. The feverish reaction from your touch, Victoria, is not going to show to the evidence, and after the pathological conditions.