| polypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way | ACCORDING | 1 | |
| Romeopullupalleaps. 1 Pose the pen, man, | TO COCKER. | 2 | |
| way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust | 3 | ||
| show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue ! | 4 | ||
| Force Centres of | Bould strokes for your life ! Tip ! This is Steal, | 5 | |
| the Fire Serpen- | this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is | 6 | |
| tine: heart, | Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbay- | 7 | |
| throat, navel, | yates. 2 This is brave Danny weeping his spache | 8 | |
| spleen, sacral, | for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping | 9 | |
| fontanella, inter- | his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard ! | 10 | |
| temporal eye. | how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes | 11 | |
| Conception of the | between brave Danny boy and the Connolly. | 12 | |
| Compromise and | Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L'arty Ma- | 13 | |
| Finding of a | gory. Eregobragh. Prouf! 3 | 14 | |
| Formula. | And Kev was wreathed with his pother. | TROTHBLOWERS. | 15 |
| But, (that Jacoby feeling again. for fore- | FIG AND | 16 | |
| bitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he | THISTLE | 17 | |
| just loves his puppadums, I judge !) after all his | PLOT A PIG | 18 | |
| autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs | AND WHISTLE. | 19 | |
| and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof | 20 | ||
| Ideal Present | cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able | 21 | |
| Alone Produces | rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through | 22 | |
| Real Future. | his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for | 23 | |
| the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter | 24 | ||
| like it done for a manny another unpious of | 25 | ||
| the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at | 26 | ||
| length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercy- | 27 | ||
| stroke he measured his earth anyway? could | 28 | ||
| not but recken in his adder's badder cadder | 29 | ||
| way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight | 30 | ||
| him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish | 31 | ||
| bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince | 32 | ||
| 1 He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes., Mr | |||
| Tellibly Divilcult! | |||
| 2 When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance! | |||
| 3 The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Castlehacknolan. | |||