— Hooshin hom to our regional's hin and the gander of Hayden. Would ye ken a young stepschuler of psychical chiro- graphy, the name of Keven, or (let outers pray) Evan Vaughan, of his Posthorn in the High Street, that was … [Read more...]

  — Macdougal, Atlantic City, or his onagrass that is, chuam and coughan! I would go near identifying you from your stavro- tides, Jong of Maho, and the weslarias round your yokohahat. And that O'mulanchonry plucher you have from the … [Read more...]

  — Breeze softly. Aures are aureas. Hau's his naun? — Me das has or oreils. Piercey, piercey, piercey, piercey! — White eyeluscious and muddyhorsebroth! Pig Pursyriley! But where do we get off, chiseller? — Haltstille, Lucas and … [Read more...]

  That is a tiptip tim oldy faher now the man I go in fear of, Tommy Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the founder of the father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of the furst man in … [Read more...]

  I am afraid you could not heave ahore one of your own old stepstones, barnabarnabarn, over a stumble- down wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctuber night but itandthey woule binge, much as vecious, off the … [Read more...]