and pompom of Powther and Pall^ the great god, a scarlet trainful, the Twoedged Petrard, totalling, leggats and prelaps, in their face before being hosed and creased (uprip and jack him!) by six or a slug of Jon Jacobsen from his shoulthern and thick weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen, cold on ye, doraphobian? Or do yu want yur primafairy schoolmam? — The cry of their stepchildren, guide them through the toy fair! If I were ayeam to leap with them newbuckle- noosers behigh in the Stork Exchange and Lent my Dutiful Face to His Murkesy all her engauzements. She climbed over the hurdles, madam,