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aureolies. We should say you dones the polecad. Bang on the
booche, gurg in the gorge, rap on the roof and your flup is unbu...
BUTT (at the signal of his act which seems to sharpnel his
innermals menody, playing the spool of the little brown jog round the
wheel of her whang goes the millner). Buckily buckily, blodestained
boyne! Bimbambombumb. His snapper was shot in the Rumjar
Journaral. Why the gigls he lubbed beeyed him.
TAFF (obliges with a two stop yogacoga sumphoty on the bones for ivory
girl and ebony boy). The balacleivka! Trovatarovitch! I trumble!
BUTT (with the sickle of a scygthe but the humour of a hummer, O,
howorodies through his cholaroguled, fumfing to a fullfrength with
this wallowing olfact). Mortar martar tartar wartar! May his
boules grow wider so his skittles gets worse! The aged monad
making a venture out of the murder of investment. I seen him
acting surgent what betwinks the scimitar star and the ashen
moon. By their lights shalthow throw him! Piff paff for puffpuff
and my pife for his cgar! The mlachy way for gambling.
[Up to this curkscraw bind an admirable verbivocovisual pre-
sentment of the worldrenownced Caerholme Event has been being
given by The Irish Race and World. The huddled and aliven stable-
crashers have shared fleetfooted enthusiasm with the paddocks
dare and ditches tare while the mews was combing ground. Hippo-
hopparray helioscope flashed winsor places as the gates might see.
Meusdeus! That was (with burning briar) Mr Twomass Noho-
holan for their common contribe satisfunction in the purports of
amusedment telling the Verily Roverend Father Epiphanes
shrineshriver of Saint Dhorough's (in browne bomler) how
(assuary as there's a bonum in your osstheology!) Backlegs
shirked the racing kenneldar. The saintly scholarist's roastering
guffalawd of nupersaturals holler at this metanoic excomologosis
tells of the chestnut's (once again, Wittyngtom!) absolutionally
romptyhompty successfulness. A lot of lasses and lads without
damas or dads, but fresh and blued with collecting boxes. One
aught spare ones triflets, to be shut: it is Coppingers for the
children. Slippery Sam hard by them, physically present how-
