| Spilltears Rue) was thus expressed: to sympathisers of the Dole | 1 |
| Line, Death Avenue,anent those objects of her pity-prompted | 2 |
| ministrance, to wet, man and his syphon. Ehim! It is ever too | 3 |
| late to whissle when Phyllis floods her stable. It would be skar- | 4 |
| lot shame to jailahim in lockup, as was proposed to him by the | 5 |
| Seddoms creature what matter what merrytricks went off with | 6 |
| his revulverher in connections with ehim being a norphan and | 7 |
| enjoining such wicked illth, ehim! Well done, Drumcollakill! | 8 |
| Kitty Tyrrel is proud of you, was the reply of a B.O.T. official | 9 |
| (O blame gnot the board !) while the Daughters Benkletter mur- | 10 |
| mured in uniswoon: Golforgilhisjurylegs! Brian Lynsky, the cub | 11 |
| curser, was questioned at his shouting box, Bawlonabraggat, and | 12 |
| gave a snappy comeback, when saying: Paw! Once more I'll | 13 |
| hellbowl! I am for caveman chase and sahara sex, burk you! Them | 14 |
| two bitches ought to be leashed, canem! Up hog and hoar hunt! | 15 |
| Paw! A wouldbe martyr, who is attending on sanit Asitas where | 16 |
| he is being taught to wear bracelets, when grilled on the point, | 17 |
| revealed the undoubted fact that the consequence would be that | 18 |
| so long as Sankya Moondy played his mango tricks under the | 19 |
| mysttetry, with shady apsaras sheltering in his leaves' licence and | 20 |
| his shadowers torrifried by the potent bolts of indradiction, there | 21 |
| would be fights all over Cuxhaven. (Tosh!) Missioner Ida Womb- | 22 |
| well, the seventeenyearold revivalist, said concerning the coinci- | 23 |
| dent of interfizzing with grenadines and other respectable and | 24 |
| disgusted peersons using the park: That perpendicular person is | 25 |
| a brut! But a magnificent brut! 'Caligula' (Mr Danl Magrath, | 26 |
| bookmaker, wellknown to Eastrailian poorusers of the Sydney | 27 |
| Parade Ballotin) was, as usual, antipodal with his: striving todie, | 28 |
| hopening tomellow, Ware Splash. Cobbler. We have meat two | 29 |
| hourly, sang out El Caplan Buycout, with the famous padre's | 30 |
| turridur's capecast, meet too ourly, matadear! Dan Meiklejohn, | 31 |
| precentor, of S.S. Smack and Olley's was probiverbal with his | 32 |
| upsiduxit: mutatus mutandus. Dauran's lord ('Sniffpox') and Moir- | 33 |
| gan's lady ('Flatterfun') took sides and crossed and bowed to | 34 |
| each other's views and recrossed themselves. The dirty dubs upin | 35 |
| their flies, went too free, echoed the dainly drabs downin their | 36 |