| and otherwise, messing around skirts and what their fickling in- | 1 |
| tentions look like, you make up your mind to that) trespassing | 2 |
| on your danger zone in the dancer years. If ever I catch you at it, | 3 |
| mind, it's you that will cocottch it! I'll tackle you to feel if you | 4 |
| have a few devils in you. Holy gun, I'll give it to you, hot, high | 5 |
| and heavy before you can say sedro! Or may the maledictions | 6 |
| of Lousyfear fall like nettlerash on the white friar's father that | 7 |
| converted from moonshine the fostermother of the first nancy- | 8 |
| free that ran off after the trumpadour that mangled Moore's melo- | 9 |
| dies and so upturned the tubshead of the stardaft journalwriter | 10 |
| to inspire the prime finisher to fellhim the firtree out of which | 11 |
| Cooper Funnymore planed the flat of the beerbarrel on which | 12 |
| my grandydad's lustiest sat his seat of unwisdom with my tante's | 13 |
| petted sister for the cause of his joy! Amene. | 14 |
| Poof! There's puff for ye, begor, and planxty of it, all abound | 15 |
| me breadth! Glor galore and glory be! As broad as its lung and | 16 |
| as long as a line! The valiantine vaux of Venerable Val Vous- | 17 |
| dem. If my jaws must brass away like the due drops on my lay. | 18 |
| And the topnoted delivery you'd expected be me invoice! Theo | 19 |
| Dunnohoo's warning from Daddy O'Dowd. Whoo? What I'm | 20 |
| wondering to myselfwhose for there's a strong tendency, to put | 21 |
| it mildly,by making me the medium. I feel spirts of itchery out- | 22 |
| ching out from all over me and only for the sludgehummer's | 23 |
| force in my hand to hold them the darkens alone knows what'll | 24 |
| who'll be saying of next. However. Now, before my upperotic | 25 |
| rogister, something nice. Now? Dear Sister, in perfect leave again I | 26 |
| say take a brokerly advice and keep it to yourself that we, Jaun, first | 27 |
| of our name here now make all receptacles of,free of price. Easy, | 28 |
| my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. No cheeka- | 29 |
| cheek with chipperchapper, you and your last mashboy and the | 30 |
| padre in the pulpbox enumerating you his nostrums. Be vacillant | 31 |
| over those vigilant who would leave you to belave black on white. | 32 |
| Close in for psychical hijiniks as well but fight shy of mugpunters. | 33 |
| I'd burn the books that grieve you and light an allassundrian bom- | 34 |
| pyre that would suffragate Tome Plyfire or Zolfanerole. Perousse | 35 |
| instate your Weekly Standerd, our verile organ that is ethelred by all | 36 |