| derry padouasoys, girdle and braces by the halfmoon and Seven | 1 |
| Stars, russets from the Blackamoor's Head, amongst the climbing | 2 |
| boys at his Eagle and Child and over the corn and hay emptors | 3 |
| at their Black and All Black, Mrs F . . . A . . . saidaside, half in | 4 |
| stage of whisper to her confidante glass, while recoopering her | 5 |
cartwheel chapot (ahat! and we now know what thimbles a | 6 |
| baquets on lallance a talls mean), she hoped Sid Arthar would | 7 |
| git a Chrissman's portrout of orange and lemonsized orchids with | 8 |
| hollegs and ether, from the feeatre of the Innocident, as the | 9 |
| worryld had been uncained. Then, while it is odrous comparison- | 10 |
| ing to the sprangflowers of his burstday which was a virid- | 11 |
| able goddinpotty for the reinworms and the charlattinas and all | 12 |
| branches of climatitis, it has been such a wanderful noyth untirely, | 13 |
| added she, with many regards to Maha's pranjapansies. (Tart!) | 14 |
| Prehistoric, obitered to his dictaphone an entychologist: his pro- | 15 |
| penomen is a properismenon. A dustman nocknamed Seven- | 16 |
| churches in the employ of Messrs Achburn, Soulpetre and | 17 |
| Ashreborn, prairmakers, Glintalook, was asked by the sisterhood | 18 |
| the vexed question during his midday collation of leaver and | 19 |
| buckrom alternatively with stenk and kitteney phie in a hash- | 20 |
| housh and, thankeaven, responsed impulsively: We have just been | 21 |
| propogandering his nullity suit and what they took out of his ear | 22 |
| among my own crush. All our fellows at O'Dea's sages with | 23 |
| Aratar Calaman he is a cemented brick, buck it all! A more nor | 24 |
| usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his runabout, | 25 |
| Ginger Jane, took a strong view. Lorry hosed her as he talked | 26 |
| and this is what he told rewritemen: Irewaker is just a plain pink | 27 |
| joint reformee in private life but folks all have it by brehemons | 28 |
| laws he has parliamentary honours. Eiskaffier said (Louigi's, you | 29 |
| know that man's, brillant Savourain): Mon foie, you wish to ave | 30 |
| some homelette, yes, lady! Good,mein leber! Your hegg he must | 31 |
| break himself See,I crack, so, he sit in the poele, umbedimbt! | 32 |
| A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his tennises panted | 33 |
| he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair flannels climb | 34 |
| wall and trespassing on doorbell. After fullblown Braddon hear | 35 |
| this fresky troterella! A railways barmaid's view (they call her | 36 |