| wan's won! Rip! 1 And his countinghands | 1 | ||
| rose. | 2 | ||
| Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple! | WITH EBONISER. | 3 | |
| Slutningsbane. 2 | IN PIX. | 4 | |
| Service super- | Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried ! I can't | EUCHRE | 5 |
| seding self. | say if it's the weight you strike me to the | RISK, MERCI | 6 |
| quick or that red mass I was looking at but at | BUCKUP, AND | 7 | |
| the present momentum, potential as I am, I'm | MIND WHO | 8 | |
| seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours | YOU'RE | 9 | |
| to you and may you be commended for our | PUCKING, | 10 | |
| exhibitiveness! I'd love to take you for a | FLEBBY. | 11 | |
| bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you'd only | 12 | ||
| sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker | 13 | ||
| barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long | 14 | ||
| as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with | 15 | ||
| them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my | 16 | ||
| maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis. | 17 | ||
| By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely | 18 | ||
| for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite, | 19 | ||
| she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif- | 20 | ||
| fure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the | 21 | ||
| glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. 3 | 22 | ||
| And less is the pity for she isn't the lollypops | 23 | ||
| she easily might be if she had for a sample | 24 | ||
| Virginia's air of achievement. That might | 25 | ||
| Catastrophe and | keep her from throwing delph. 4 As I was saying, | 26 | |
| Anabasis. | while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn | 27 | |
| The rotary pro- | of the cards. We're offals boys ambows. 5 | 28 | |
| cessus and its | For I've flicked up all the crambs as they | 29 | |
| reestablishment | crumbed from your table um, singing glory | 30 | |
| of reciprocities. | allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So | 31 | |
|   1 A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday! | |||
|   2 Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap! | |||
|   3 Wipe your glosses with what you know. | |||
|   4 If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows | |||
|   tureens. | |||
|   5 Alls Sings and Alls Howls. | |||