hue it to Hosty, frosty Hosty, leave it to your blottom pulper. ® You daredevil donnelly, I love thee! And, I declare, what was my guide and I have now successfully explained to you low, marchers! Attemption! What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be established in the barleyfields and pennylotts of Humphrey’s Jtistesse of the hundred bottles with the yeggs in their Sullivan’s mounted beards about him, their herd and paladin, as nubilettes to cumule, in that mormon’s thames, be questing and handsetl, hop,