in the bottol of the river and all his crewsers stock locked in the | 1 |
burral of the seas!) who, when within the black of your toenail, | 2 |
sir, of being mistakenly ambushed by one of the uddahveddahs, | 3 |
and as close as made no matter, mam, to being kayoed offhand | 4 |
when the hyougono heckler with the Peter the Painter wanted | 5 |
to hole him, was consistently practising the first of the primary | 6 |
and imprescriptible liberties of the pacific subject by circulating | 7 |
(be British, boys to your bellybone and chuck a chum a chance!) | 8 |
alongst one of our umphrohibited semitary thrufahrts, open to | 9 |
buggy and bike, to walk, Wellington Park road, with the curb | 10 |
or quaker's quacknostrum under his auxter and his alpenstuck in | 11 |
his redhand, a highly commendable exercise, or, number two of | 12 |
our acta legitima plebeia, on the brink (beware to baulk a man at | 13 |
his will!) of taking place upon a public seat, to what, bare by | 14 |
Butt's, most easterly (but all goes west!) of blackpool bridges, as | 15 |
a public protest and naturlikevice, without intent to annoy either, | 16 |
being praisegood thankfully for the wrathbereaved ringdove and | 17 |
the fearstung boaconstrictor and all the more right jollywell | 18 |
pleased, which he was, at having other people's weather. | 19 |
    But to return to the atlantic and Phenitia Proper. As if that | 20 |
were not to be enough for anyone but little headway, if any, was | 21 |
made in solving the wasnottobe crime cunundrum when a child | 22 |
of Maam, Festy King, of a family long and honourably associ- | 23 |
ated with the tar and feather industries, who gave an address in | 24 |
old plomansch Mayo of the Saxons in the heart of a foulfamed | 25 |
potheen district, was subsequently haled up at the Old Bailey | 26 |
on the calends of Mars, under an incompatibly framed indictment | 27 |
of both the counts (from each equinoxious points of view, the one | 28 |
fellow's fetch being the other follow's person) that is to see, flying | 29 |
cushats out of his ouveralls and making fesses immodst his forces | 30 |
on the field. Oyeh! Oyeh! When the prisoner, soaked in methyl- | 31 |
ated, appeared in dry dock, appatently ambrosiaurealised, like | 32 |
Kersse's Korduroy Karikature, wearing, besides stains, rents and | 33 |
patches, his fight shirt, straw braces, souwester and a policeman's | 34 |
corkscrew trowswers, all out of the true (as he had purposely torn | 35 |
up all his cymtrymanx bespokes in the mamertime), deposing for | 36 |