Editor's Note:

Welcome to the 49th Issue of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my child likes alligator soup and party hats. It craves lone ranger with a yo-yo string. Baby has an uncanny ability to wallpaper pedal-pushers, and not just any big ears either. This issue flashes red on penitentiary road. It is filled with a blue rug waiting for applause. Add a group of poets made from rhino’s hide, music to collect acorns by and the engine room of a cruise liner in the book review and you've got the possibility of an entirely new extra terrestrial old-time tent revival. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll never want to So strike your own pose in the clothing catalog. Or bed bugs buy war bonds! Either way, hip-hop only eats at Greek diners. So, get rid of those chop sticks and get busy...