| aureolies. We should say you dones the polecad. Bang on the | 1 |
| booche, gurg in the gorge, rap on the roof and your flup is unbu... | 2 |
| BUTT (at the signal of
his act which seems to sharpnel his | 3 |
| innermals menody, playing the spool of the little brown jog
round the | 4 |
| wheel of her whang goes the millner). Buckily buckily, blodestained | 5 |
| boyne! Bimbambombumb. His snapper was shot in the Rumjar | 6 |
| Journaral. Why the gigls he lubbed beeyed him. | 7 |
| TAFF (obliges with a
two stop yogacoga sumphoty on the bones for ivory | 8 |
| girl and ebony boy). The balacleivka! Trovatarovitch! I trumble! | 9 |
| BUTT (with the sickle
of a scygthe but the humour of a hummer, O, | 10 |
| howorodies through his cholaroguled, fumfing to a fullfrength
with | 11 |
| this wallowing olfact). Mortar martar tartar wartar! May his | 12 |
| boules grow wider so his skittles gets worse! The aged monad | 13 |
| making a venture out of the murder of investment. I seen him | 14 |
| acting surgent what betwinks the scimitar star and the ashen | 15 |
| moon. By their lights shalthow throw him! Piff paff for puffpuff | 16 |
| and my pife for his cgar! The mlachy way for gambling. | 17 |
| [Up to this curkscraw bind an admirable verbivocovisual pre- | 18 |
| sentment of the worldrenownced Caerholme Event has been being | 19 |
| given by The Irish Race and World. The huddled and aliven stable- | 20 |
| crashers have shared fleetfooted enthusiasm with the paddocks | 21 |
| dare and ditches tare while the mews was combing ground. Hippo- | 22 |
| hopparray helioscope flashed winsor places as the gates might see. | 23 |
| Meusdeus! That was (with burning briar) Mr Twomass Noho- | 24 |
| holan for their common contribe satisfunction in the purports of | 25 |
| amusedment telling the Verily Roverend Father Epiphanes | 26 |
| shrineshriver of Saint Dhorough's (in browne bomler) how | 27 |
| (assuary as there's a bonum in your osstheology!) Backlegs | 28 |
| shirked the racing kenneldar. The saintly scholarist's roastering | 29 |
| guffalawd of nupersaturals holler at this metanoic excomologosis | 30 |
| tells of the chestnut's (once again, Wittyngtom!) absolutionally | 31 |
| romptyhompty successfulness. A lot of lasses and lads without | 32 |
| damas or dads, but fresh and blued with collecting boxes. One | 33 |
| aught spare ones triflets, to be shut: it is Coppingers for the | 34 |
| children. Slippery Sam hard by them, physically present how- | 35 |