| somedever morally absent, was slooching about in his knavish | 1 |
| diamonds asking Gmax, Knox and the Dmuggies (a pinnance for | 2 |
| your toughts, turffers!) to deck the ace of duds. Tomtinker Tim, | 3 |
| howbeit, his unremitting retainer, (the seers are the seers of | 4 |
| Samael but the heers are the heers of Timoth) is in Boozer's | 5 |
| Gloom, soalken steady in his sulken tents. Baldawl the curse, | 6 |
| baledale the day! And the frocks of shick sheeples in their shum- | 7 |
| mering insamples! You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal | 8 |
| stinkmakers, a middinest from the Casabianca and, of course, | 9 |
| Mr Fry. Barass! Pardon the inquisition, causas es quostas? | 10 |
| It is Da Valorem's Dominical Brayers. Why coif that weird | 11 |
| hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended | 12 |
| the dustungwashed poltronage of the lost Gabbarnaur-Jaggar- | 13 |
| nath. Pamjab! Gross Jumpiter, whud was thud? Luckluckluck- | 14 |
| luckluckluckluck! It is the Thousand to One Guinea-Gooseberry's | 15 |
| Lipperfull Slipver Cup. Hold hard, ridesiddle titelittle Pitsy | 16 |
| Riley! Gurragrunch, gurragrunch! They are at the turn of the | 17 |
| fourth of the hurdles. By the hross of Xristos, Holophullopopu- | 18 |
| lace is a shote of excramation! Bumchub! Emancipator, the | 19 |
| Creman hunter (Major Hermyn C. Entwhistle) with dramatic | 20 |
| effect reproducing the form of famous sires on the scene of the | 21 |
| formers triumphs, is showing the eagle's way to Mr Whayte- | 22 |
| hayte's three buy geldings Homo Made Ink, Bailey Beacon | 23 |
| and Ratatuohy while Furstin II and The Other Girl (Mrs | 24 |
| 'Boss' Waters, Leavybrink) too early spring dabbles, are showing | 25 |
| a clean pairofhids to Immensipater. Sinkathinks to oppen here! | 26 |
| To this virgin's tuft, on this golden of evens! I never sought of | 27 |
| sinkathink. Our lorkmakor he is proformly annuysed He is | 28 |
| shinkly thinkly shaking in his schayns. Sat will be off follteedee. | 29 |
| This eeridreme has being effered you by Bett and Tipp. Tipp and | 30 |
| Bett, our swapstick quackchancers, in From Topphole to Bot- | 31 |
| tom of The Irish Race and World.] | 32 |
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| TAFF (awary that the first sports report of Loudnin Reginald | 34 |
| has now been afterthoughtfully colliberated by a saggind spurts | 35 |
| flash, takes the dipperend direction and, for tasing the tiomor of | 36 |