| hurricanes in our Cohortyard, no cupahurling nor apuckalips | 1 |
| nor no puncheon jodelling nor no nothing. With the Byrns | 2 |
| which is far better and eve for ever your idle be. You will hardly | 3 |
| reconnoitre the old wife in the new bustle and the farmer shinner | 4 |
| in his latterday paint. It's the fulldress Toussaint's wakeswalks | 5 |
| experdition after a bail motion from the chamber of horrus. | 6 |
| Saffron buns or sovran bonhams whichever you'r avider to like | 7 |
| it and lump it, but give it a name. Iereny allover irelands. And | 8 |
| there's food for refection when the whole flock's at home. Hog- | 9 |
| manny di'yegut? Hogmanny di'yesmellygut? And hogmanny | 10 |
| di'yesmellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny's tip for it! Post- | 11 |
| martem is the goods. With Jollification a tight second. Toborrow | 12 |
| and toburrow and tobarrow! That's our crass, hairy and ever- | 13 |
| grim life, till one finel howdiedow Bouncer Naster raps on the | 14 |
| bell with a bone and his stinkers stank behind him with the | 15 |
| sceptre and the hourglass. We may come, touch and go, from | 16 |
| atoms and ifs but we're presurely destined to be odd's without | 17 |
| ends. Here we moult in Moy Kain and flop on the seemy side, | 18 |
| living sure of hardly a doorstep for a stopgap, with Whogoes- | 19 |
| there and a live sandbag round the corner. But upmeyant, Pro- | 20 |
| spector, you sprout all your abel and woof your wings dead | 21 |
| certain however of neuthing whatever to aye forever while | 22 |
| Hyam Hyam's in the chair. Ah, sure, pleasantries aside, in the tail | 23 |
| of the cow what a humpty daum earth looks our miseryme here- | 24 |
| today as compared beside the Hereweareagain Gaieties of the | 25 |
| Afterpiece when the Royal Revolver of these real globoes lets | 26 |
| regally fire of his mio colpo for the chrisman's pandemon to give | 27 |
| over and the Harlequinade to begin properly SPQueaRking | 28 |
| Mark Time's Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall. | 29 |
| Well, the slice and veg joint's well in its way, and so is a | 30 |
| ribroast and jackknife as sporten dish, but home cooking every- | 31 |
| time. Mountains good mustard and, with the helpings of ladies' | 32 |
| lickfings and gentlemen's relish, I've eaten a griddle. But I fill | 33 |
| twice as stewhard what I felt before when I'm after eating a few | 34 |
| natives. The crisp of the crackling is in the chawing. Give us an- | 35 |
| other cup of your scald. Santos Mozos! That was a damn good | 36 |