| The older sisars (Tyrants, regicide is too good for you!) be- | 1 |
| come unbeurrable from age, (the compositor of the farce of | 2 |
| dustiny however makes a thunpledrum mistake by letting off this | 3 |
| pienofarte effect as his furst act as that is where the juke comes | 4 |
| in) having been sort-of-nineknived and chewly removed (this | 5 |
| soldier - author - batman for all his commontoryism is just | 6 |
| another of those souftsiezed bubbles who never quite got the | 7 |
| sandhurst out of his eyes so that the champaign he draws for us | 8 |
| is as flop as a plankrieg) the twinfreer types are billed to make | 9 |
| their reupprearance as the knew kneck and knife knickknots on | 10 |
| the deserted champ de bouteilles. (A most cursery reading into the | 11 |
| Persic-Uraliens hostery shows us how Fonnumagula picked | 12 |
| up that propper numen out of a colluction of prifixes though to | 13 |
| the permienting cannasure the Coucousien oafsprung of this | 14 |
| sun of a kuk is as sattin as there's a tub in Tobolosk) Ostiak | 15 |
| della Vogul Marina! But that I dannoy the fact of wanton to | 16 |
| weste point I could paint you to that butter (cheese it!) if you | 17 |
| had some wash. Mordvealive! Oh me none onsens! Why the | 18 |
| case is as inessive and impossive as kezom hands! Their inter- | 19 |
| locative is conprovocative just as every hazzy hates to having a | 20 |
| hazbane in her noze. Caseous may bethink himself a thought of | 21 |
| a caviller but Burrus has the reachly roundered head that goes | 22 |
| best with thofthinking defensive fideism. He has the lac of wis- | 23 |
| dom under every dent in his lofter while the other follow's | 24 |
| onni vesy milky indeedmymy. Laughing over the linnuts and | 25 |
| weeping off the uniun. He hisn't the hey og he lisn't the lug, | 26 |
| poohoo. And each night sim misses mand he winks he had the | 27 |
| semagen. It was aptly and corrigidly stated (and, it is royally | 28 |
| needless for one ex ungue Leonem to say by whom) that his | 29 |
| seeingscraft was that clarety as were the wholeborough of Poutres- | 30 |
| bourg to be averlaunched over him pitchbatch he could still make | 31 |
| out with his augstritch the green moat in Ireland's Eye. Let me | 32 |
| sell you the fulltroth of Burrus when he wore a younker. Here | 33 |
| it is, and chorming too, in six by sevens! A cleanly line, by the | 34 |
| gods! A king off duty and a jaw for ever! And what a cheery | 35 |
| ripe outlook, good help me Deus v Deus! If I were to speak | 36 |