| | Want to join the police. 1 You know, you were | |
| | always one of the bright ones, since a foot | |
| | made you an unmentionable, fakes ! You know, | |
| | you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal | |
| | to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you | |
| | are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so | |
| | you will, one of these invernal days but you | |
| | will be, carrotty! 2 | |
| Primanouriture | Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look | SICK US A |
| and Ultimo- | time he stop long ground who here hurry he | SOCK WITH |
| geniture. | would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet | SOME SEDI- |
| | me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's3 | MENT IN IT |
| | and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws | FOR THE |
| | at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and | SAKE OF OUR |
| | could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the | DARNING |
| | rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such a | WIVES. |
| | spanish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups) wont | |
| | to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to | |
| | me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor | |
| | for, while that Other by the halp of his creac- | |
| | tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from | |
| | the booty of fight our Same with the holp | |
| | of the bounty of food sought to delubberate | |
| | the mess from his corructive mund, with his | |
| | muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking | |
| | with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and | |
| | spirals' wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil- | |
| | ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see | |
| | around the waste of noland's browne jesus 4 | |
| | (thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin | |
| No Sturm. No | sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!) | |
| Drang. | in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam- | |
| 1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey? |
| 2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups. |
| 3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will? |
| 4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits! |
