| tody. Cal it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy crushmess! | 1 |
| Abbreciades anew York gustoms. Kyow! Tak. | 2 |
Tiktak. Tikkak. | 3 |
Awind abuzz awater falling. | 4 |
Poor a cowe his jew placator. | 5 |
It's the damp damp damp. | 6 |
Calm has entered. Big big Calm, announcer. It is most | 7 |
| ernst terooly a moresome intartenment. Colt's tooth! I will give | 8 |
| tandsel to it. I protest there is luttrelly not one teaspoonspill of | 9 |
| evidence at bottomlie to my babad, as you shall see, as this is. | 10 |
| Keemun Lapsang of first pickings. And I contango can take off | 11 |
| my dudud dirtynine articles of quoting here in Pynix Park be- | 12 |
| fore those in heaven to provost myself, by gramercy of justness, | 13 |
| I mean veryman and moremon, stiff and staunch for ever, and | 14 |
| enter under the advicies from Misrs Norris, Southby, Yates and | 15 |
| Weston, Inc, to their favoured client, into my preprotestant caveat | 16 |
| against the pupup publication of libel by any tixtim tipsyloon or | 17 |
| tobtomtowley of Keisserse Lean (a bloweyed lanejoymt, waring | 18 |
| lowbelt suit, with knockbrecky kenees and bullfist rings round | 19 |
| him and a fallse roude axehand (he is cunvesser to Saunter's | 20 |
| Nocelettres and the Poe's Toffee's Directory in his pisness), the | 21 |
| best begrudged man in Belgradia who doth not belease to our | 22 |
| paviour) to my nonesuch, that highest personage at moments | 23 |
| holding down the throne. So to speak of beauty scouts in elegant | 24 |
| pursuit of flowers, searchers for tabernacles and the celluloid art! | 25 |
| Happen seen sore eynes belived? The caca cad! He walked by | 26 |
| North Strand with his Thom's towel in hand. Snakeeye! Strangler | 27 |
| of soffiacated green parrots! I protest it that he is, by my | 28 |
| wipehalf. He was leaving out of my double inns while he was all | 29 |
| teppling over my single ixits. So was keshaned on for his recent | 30 |
| behaviour. Sherlook is lorking for him. Allare beltspanners. | 31 |
| Get your air curt! Shame upon Private M! Shames on his ful- | 32 |
| someness! Shamus on his atkinscum's lulul lying suulen for an | 33 |
| outcast mastiff littered in blood currish! Eristocras till Hanging | 34 |
| Tower! Steck a javelin through his advowtried heart! Instaun- | 35 |
| ton! Flap, my Larrybird! Dangle, my highflyer! Jiggety jig my | 36 |