| Le Mieux not Benjamin's Lea not Tholomew's Whaddingtun | 1 |
| gnot Antwarp gnat Musca not Corry's not Weir's not the Arch | 2 |
| not The Smug not The Dotch House not The Uval nothing | 3 |
| Grand nothing Splendid (Grahot or Spletel) nayther Erat Est | 4 |
| Erit noor Non michi sed luciphro? | 5 |
| Answer: Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our | 6 |
| orb! | 7 |
| 4. What Irish capitol city (a dea o dea!) of two syllables and | 8 |
| six letters, with a deltic origin and a nuinous end, (ah dust oh | 9 |
| dust!) can boost of having a) the most extensive public park in | 10 |
| the world, b) the most expensive brewing industry in the world, | 11 |
| c) the most expansive peopling thoroughfare in the world, d) the | 12 |
| most phillohippuc theobibbous paùpulation in the word: and | 13 |
| harmonise your abecedeed responses? | 14 |
| Answer: a) Delfas. And when ye'll hear the gould hommers | 15 |
| of my heart, my floxy loss, bingbanging again the ribs of yer | 16 |
| resistance and the tenderbolts of my rivets working to your | 17 |
| destraction ye'll be sheverin wi' all yer dinful sobs when we'll go | 18 |
| riding acope-acurly, you with yer orange garland and me with | 19 |
| my conny cordial, down the greaseways of rollicking into the | 20 |
| waters of wetted life. b) Dorhqk. And sure where can you have | 21 |
| such good old chimes anywhere, and leave you, as on the Mash | 22 |
| and how'tis I would be engaging you with my plovery soft ac- | 23 |
| cents and descanting upover the scene beunder me of your loose | 24 |
| vines in their hairafall with them two loving loofs braceleting the | 25 |
| slims of your ankles and your mouth's flower rose and sinking | 26 |
| ofter the soapstone of silvry speech. c) Nublid. Isha, why | 27 |
| wouldn't we be happy, avourneen, on. the mills'money he'll | 28 |
| soon be leaving you as soon as I've my own owned brooklined | 29 |
| Georgian mansion's lawn to recruit upon by Doctor Cheek's | 30 |
| special orders and my copper's panful of soybeans and Irish in | 31 |
| my east hand and a James's Gate in my west, after all the errears | 32 |
| and erroriboose of combarative embottled history, and your | 33 |
| goodself churning over the newleaved butter (more power to | 34 |
| you), the choicest and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee, | 35 |
| while I'll be drowsing in the gaarden. d) Dalway. I hooked my | 36 |