| swamp of bogoakgravy for that greekenhearted yude! Rosbif of | 1 |
| Old Zealand! he could not attouch it. See what happens when | 2 |
| your somatophage merman takes his fancy to our virgitarian | 3 |
| swan? He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite, | 4 |
| saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils | 5 |
| in Europe than meddle with Irrland's split little pea. Once when | 6 |
| among those rebels in a state of hopelessly helpless intoxication | 7 |
| the piscivore strove to lift a czitround peel to either nostril, hic- | 8 |
| cupping, apparently impromptued by the hibat he had with his | 9 |
| glottal stop, that he kukkakould flowrish for ever by the smell, | 10 |
| as the czitr, as the kcedron, like a scedar, of the founts, on moun- | 11 |
| tains, with limon on, of Lebanon. O! the lowness of him was | 12 |
| beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater or first- | 13 |
| served firstshot or gulletburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either. | 14 |
| O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself wheywhing- | 15 |
| ingly sick of life on some sort of a rhubarbarous maundarin yella- | 16 |
| green funkleblue windigut diodying applejack squeezed from | 17 |
| sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips | 18 |
| when he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of | 19 |
| it retching off to almost as low withswillers, who always knew | 20 |
| notwithstanding when they had had enough and were rightly | 21 |
| indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found to their | 22 |
| horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight from | 23 |
| the noble white fat, jo, openwide sat, jo, jo, her why hide that, | 24 |
| jo jo jo, the winevat, of the most serene magyansty az archdio- | 25 |
| chesse, if she is a duck, she's a douches, and when she has a | 26 |
| feherbour snot her fault, now is it? artstouchups, funny you're | 27 |
| grinning at, fancy you're in her yet, Fanny Urinia. | 28 |
| Aint that swell, hey? Peamengro! Talk about lowness! Any | 29 |
| dog's quantity of it visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty | 30 |
| little blacking beetle for the very fourth snap the Tulloch-Turn- | 31 |
| bull girl with her coldblood kodak shotted the as yet unre- | 32 |
| muneranded national apostate, who was cowardly gun and camera | 33 |
| shy, taking what he fondly thought was a short cut to Caer Fere, | 34 |
| Soak Amerigas, vias the shipsteam Pridewin, after having buried | 35 |
| a hatchet not so long before, by the wrong goods exeunt, num- | 36 |