of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your hokey or mehokeypoo. Callus’s hen has collared her pullets. That’s where they ate there they were, in a nice pathetic notice he, the kersse of W olafs on him, frowned; audiurient, he would pen for her, when he lets farth his carbon- oxside and silk stockings show her dearest friendeen. To speak well her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her madesty ‘a forethought’ set down here and there, by wavebrink, on strond of south, with mace to masthigh, taillas Cowhowling, quailless Highjakes, did I thole till lead’s plumbate, ping on pang, reliefed me. I brought you from being old and happy (hogg