| that is how we get to Missas in Massas. The old Marino tale. We | 1 |
| veriters verity notefew demmed lustres priorly magistrite maxi- | 2 |
| mollient in ludubility learned. Facst. Teak off that wise head! | 3 |
| Great sinner, good sonner, is in effect the motto of the Mac- | 4 |
| Cowell family. The gloved fist (skrimmhandsker) was intraduced | 5 |
| into their socerdatal tree before the fourth of the twelfth and it | 6 |
| is even a little odd all four horolodgeries still gonging restage | 7 |
| Jakob van der Bethel, smolking behing his pipe, with Essav of | 8 |
| Messagepostumia, lentling out his borrowed chafingdish, before | 9 |
| cymbaloosing the apostles at every hours of changeover. The | 10 |
| first and last rittlerattle of the anniverse; when is a nam nought a | 11 |
| nam whenas it is a. Watch! Heroes' Highway where our fleshers | 12 |
| leave their bonings and every bob and joan to fill the bumper fair. | 13 |
| It is their segnall for old Champelysied to seek the shades of his | 14 |
| retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease | 15 |
| their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake. | 16 |
| And it's high tigh tigh. Titley hi ti ti. That my dig pressed in | 17 |
| your dag si. Gnug of old Gnig. Ni, gnid mig brawly! I bag your | 18 |
| burden. Mees is thees knees. Thi is Mi. We have caught one- | 19 |
| selves, Sveasmeas, in somes incontigruity coumplegs of heopon- | 20 |
| hurrish marrage from whose I most sublumbunate. A polog, my | 21 |
| engl! Excutes. Om still so sovvy. Whyle om till ti ti. | 22 |
| Ha! | 23 |
| Dayagreening gains in schlimninging. A summerwint spring- | 24 |
| falls, abated. Hail, regn of durknass, snowly receassing, thund | 25 |
| lightening thund, into the dimbelowstard departamenty whither- | 26 |
| out, soon hist, soon mist, to the hothehill from the hollow, | 27 |
| Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting | 28 |
| and Loftonant-Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above | 29 |
| Tumplen Bar whereupont he was much jubilated by Boerge- | 30 |
| mester "Dyk" ffogg of Isoles, now Eisold, looking most plussed | 31 |
| with (exhib 39) a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponied from | 32 |
| his bequined torse. Up. | 33 |
| Blanchardstown mewspeppers pleads coppyl. Gracest good- | 34 |
| ness, heave mensy upponnus! Grand old Manbutton, give your | 35 |
| bowlers a rest! | 36 |