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kalebrose. Did the market missioners Hayden Wombwell, when
given the raspberry, fine more than sandsteen per cent of chalk
in the purity, promptitude and perfection flour of this raw
materialist and less than a seventh pro mile in his meal? We
bright young chaps of the brandnew braintrust are briefed here
and with maternal sanction compellably empanelled at quarter
sessions under the six disqualifications for the uniformication of
young persons (Nodding Neutrals) removal act by Committal-
man Number Underfifteen to know had the peeress of generals,
who have been getting nose money cheap and stirring up the
public opinion about private balls with their legs, Misses Mirtha
and Merry, the two dreeper's assistents, had they their service
books in order and duly signed J. H. North and Company when
discharged from their last situations? Will ye gup and tell the
board in the anterim how, in the name of the three tailors on
Tooley Street, did O'Bejorumsen or Mockmacmahonitch, ex of
Butt and Hocksett's, violating the bushel standard, come into
awful position of the barrel of bellywash? And why, is it any harm
to ask, was this hackney man in the coombe, a papersalor with
a whiteluke to him, Fauxfitzhuorson, collected from Manofisle,
carrying his ark, of eggshaped fuselage and made in Fredborg
into the bullgine, across his back when he might have been
setting on his jonass inside like a Glassthure cabman? Where
were the doughboys, three by nombres, won in ziel, cavehill
exers or hearts of steel, Hansen, Morfydd and O'Dyar, V.D.,
with their glenagearries directing their steps according to the
R.U.C's liaison officer, with their trench ulcers open and
their hands in their pockets, contrary to military rules, when
confronted with his lifesize obstruction? When did he live off
rooking the pooro and how did start pfuffpfaffing at his Paterson
and Hellicott's? Is it a factual fact, proved up to scabsteethshilt,
that this fancydress nordic in shaved lamb breeches, child's kilts,
bibby buntings and wellingtons, with club, torc and headdress,
preholder of the Bar Ptolomei, is coowner of a hengster's circus
near North Great Denmark Street (incidentally, it's the most
unjoyable show going the province and I'm taking the youngsters