| only a pippappoff pigeon shoot that gracesold getrunner, the | 1 |
| man of centuries, was bowled out by judge, jury and umpire at | 2 |
| batman's biff like a witchbefooled legate. Dupe. | 3 |
| His almonence being alaterelly in dispensation with his three | 4 |
| oldher patrons' aid, providencer's divine cow to milkfeeding | 5 |
| mleckman, bonafacies to solafides, what matter what all his | 6 |
| freudzay or who holds his hat to harm him, let hutch just keep | 7 |
| on under at being a vanished consinent and let annapal livibel | 8 |
| prettily prattle a lude all her own. And be that semeliminal | 9 |
| salmon solemonly angled,ingate and outgate. A truce to lovecalls, | 10 |
| dulled in warclothes, maleybags, things and bleakhusen. Leave | 11 |
| the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes | 12 |
| to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of | 13 |
| solitude, sealed at night. | 14 |
| Simply. As says the mug in the middle, nay brian nay noel, | 15 |
| ney billy ney boney. Imagine twee cweamy wosen. Suppwose | 16 |
| you get a beautiful thought and cull them sylvias sub silence. | 17 |
| Then inmaggin a stotterer. Suppoutre him to been one bigger- | 18 |
| master Omnibil. Then lustily (tutu the font and tritt on the boks- | 19 |
| woods like gay feeters's dance) immengine up to three longly | 20 |
| lurking lobstarts. Fair instents the Will Woolsley Wellaslayers. | 21 |
| Pet her, pink him, play pranks with them. She will nod ampro- | 22 |
| perly smile. He may seem to appraisiate it. They are as piractical | 23 |
| jukersmen sure to paltipsypote. Feel the wollies drippeling out | 24 |
| of your fingathumbs. Says to youssilves (floweers have ears, | 25 |
| heahear!) solowly: So these ease Budlim! How do, dainty dau- | 26 |
| limbs? So peached to pick on you in this way, prue and simple, | 27 |
| pritt and spry! Heyday too, Malster Faunagon, and hopes your | 28 |
| hahititahiti licks the mankey nuts! And oodlum hoodlum dood- | 29 |
| lum to yes, Donn, Teague and Hurleg, who the bullocks brought | 30 |
| you here and how the hillocks are ye? | 31 |
| We want Bud. We want Bud Budderly. We want Bud Budderly | 32 |
| boddily. There he is in his Borrisalooner. The man that shunned | 33 |
| the rucks on Gereland. The man thut won the bettlle of the | 34 |
| bawll. Order, order, order, order! And tough. We call on Tan- | 35 |
| cred Artaxerxes Flavin to compeer with Barnabas Ulick Dunne. | 36 |