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the pipe/fender becomes ALP's letter of exoneration/accusation

[written in seven divers stages of ink] poverty and alcoholism
[♬ Will it bright upon us, nightle, and we plunging to our plight? Well, it might now, mircle, so it light]

Ida Hahn-Hahn

at 242.36, JAJ recycles this conflation of Hahn-Hahn/hen-hen and Mme Blavatsky

[handharp (it is hardwarp to tristinguish jubabe from jabule or either from tubote]

[funeral requisites of every needed description]


FDV: "several of the earmarks of a plot. This fender coffin, mistaken for a fender, had been removed from hardware premises which supply funeral requisites of all descriptions. (Here Caracciolo & Nelson.) The conscientious guard in the other case swore [...], a scripture reader swore that Laddy Cumino, the butcher in the blouse, after having delivered some carcasses went & kicked at the door"

4DV: "bearing several of the earmarks of a plot for there is in fact no use putting a tooth on a thing of that sort and the amount of that sort of thing which was then going on was simply stupendous. Next morning the postman handed in a letter superscribed to Humpty, Pot and gallows king. The coffin, at first sight mistaken for a fender, had been removed from hardware premises, a noted house of the middle east which, as an ordinary everyday transaction, supplied funeral requisites of every description. In the parallel case Laddy Cummings, the conscientious guard and a scripture reader to boot, swore before the proper functionary that the butcher in the blouse, after delivering some carcasses, went and kicked at the door"

mysteries:


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[John McCormack, Thomas Moore]

John McCormack [wiki] bio 411-490 [fweet-53] repertoire 404-472 [fweet-48] [gjs]

"Song o' My Heart" [movie] 14 songs: A Fairy Story by the Fire [?], I Feel You Near Me [?], I Hear You Calling Me, Ireland Mother Ireland [?], Just for Today [?], Little Boy Blue [556.10, 589.32], Luoghi Sereni e Cari [?], A Pair of Blue Eyes, Plaisir d'Armour [444.24], The Rose of Tralee, Then You'll Remember Me [170.10, 245.05, 460.34, 461.26, 508.05, 628.14], All Mein Gedanken [?], Kitty My Love Will You Marry Me? [?], The Magpie's Nest [276.06?]


Ave Maria [yT] [yT] [158.19, 198.08, 244.14, 411.19]
Beautiful Isle Of Somewhere [yT] [?]
Dei miei bollenti spiriti [yT] [?]
Una furtiva lagrima [yT] [?]
I Hear You Calling Me [yT] [yT] [Song o' My Heart] [442.32]
Ireland, Mother Ireland [yT] [Song o' My Heart] [?]
Kathleen Mavourneen [yT?] [093.31, 290.23]
A Little Bit of Heaven [yT] [514.22]
Little Pal [yT] [?]
Love's Old Sweet Song [yT] [110.24, 161.13]
Macushla [yT] [428.16]
Il mio tesoro [yT] [462.22]
Molly Bawn [yT] [450.25?]
Mother Machree [yT] [092.20, 200.03, 243.03, 343.11, 378.27, 397.12, 426.09, 452.15, 542.20]
Nearer My God To Thee [yT] [345.23]
O terra adio [yT] [?]
Oft In The Stilly Night [yT] [040.13, 136.20, 192.23]
A Pair Of Blue Eyes [yT] [Song o' My Heart] [?]
Parle-moi De Ma Mere [yT] [?]
Rose Marie [yT] [441.16]
The Rose of Tralee [yT] [Song o' My Heart] [405.20]
Snowy Breasted Pearl [yT] [044.01, 462.10]
So Deep The Night [yT] [?]
Somewhere A Voice Is Calling [yT] [?]
Sospiri miei, andate ove vi mando [yT] [?]
Spirito gentil [yT] [?]
The Sunshine Of Your Smile [yT] [yT] [?]
L'ultima Canzone [yT] [?]
When You & I Were Young, Maggie [yT] [yT] [?]
Where the River Shannon Flows [yT] [?]
You Forgot To Remember [yT] [391.19]

Thomas Moore

Oft In The Stilly Night [yT] [040.13, 136.20, 192.23]

Irish Melodies [fweet-220] [site] [♬♬♬♬] [♬♬♬♬]
(I.1-8, I.2-1, I.3-17, I.4-15, I.5-6, I.6-8, I.7-3, I.8-7, II.1-9, II.2-14, II.3-33, II.4-19, III.1-7, III.2-26, III.3-23, III.4-16, IV-15)

Night closed around the conqueror's way / After the Battle v3 - words [air: Thy Fair Bosom?] [355.19]
Alone in crowds to wander on [air: Shule Aroon] v10 - midi words words [049.06, 407.36]
And doth not a meeting like this make amends v9 - words [?]
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow [air: The Young Man's Dream ♬]  v1 - words [56.17, 383.20?]
As slow our ship her foamy track v7 - words [106.14, 383.19]
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside v9 - midi words [?]
At the mid hour of night [air: Molly, My Dear]  v5 - words [328.18, 519.35]
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin [air: Crooghan a Venee; or, The Fenian Mount] v4 - words [055.04]
By the hope within us springing / Before the Battle v3 - words [air: The Fairy Queen] [328.29]
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms v2 - midi words [082.20, 092.21, 519.20]
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore v4 - words [air: The Brown Irish Girl] [203.26, 396.11, 433.06, 600.36, 601.17]
By the Feal's wave benighted / Desmond's Song v9 -  words [018.02]
By the hope within us springing / Before the Battle v3 - words [air: The Fairy Queen] [328.29]
Come o'er the sea v6 - words [air: Cuishlih ma Chree] [136.03, 424.11]
Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer v6 - words  [air: Lough Sheeling] [527.04-526.33]
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief v2 -  words [air: We Brought the Summer with Us] [326.28]
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee - midi ♬ ♬ words [286.15]
By the Feal's wave benighted / Desmond's Song v9 - words [018.02]
Down in the valley come meet me to-night / The Fortune-Teller v8 - words [air: Open the Door Softly] [427.05]
Drink of this cup; - you'll find there's a spell in v8 - words [air: Paddy O'Rafferty] [345.24]
Drink to her who long v3 - words [air: Heigh Ho! My Jackey] [105.12]
How sweet the answer Echo makes / Echo v8 - words [air: The Wren] [477.33, 604.07]
Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane / Erin, Oh Erin v3 - words  [air: Thamma Halla] [362.22]
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes v1 - words [509.26]
Oh! weep for the hour / Eveleen's Bower v2 - words [389.20, 450.16]
Fairest! put on a while v9 - words [air: Cummilum] [088.27, 194.18]
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour v5 - midi words [468.28]
Fill the bumper fair! v6 - words [180.34, 607.13]
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour v1 - words [air: Planxty Kelly] [020.19, 334.02]

Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well v9 - words sheetmusic [air: The Captivating Youth]


Volume No. 1
words Go where glory waits thee v1 - Melody
words Remember the glories of Brien the brave / War Song v1 - Melody
words Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade v1 - Melody
words When he, who adores thee, has left but the name v1 - Melody
words The harp that once through Tara's Hall / Tara's Harp v1 - Melody
words O! think not my spirits are always as light v1 - midi
words Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see / The Coulin v1 - midi
words Rich and rare were the gems she wore v1 - Melody
words There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet / The Meeting of the Waters v1 - Melody
Volume No. 2
words On! haste, and leave this sacred isle / St. Senanus and the Lady v2 - Melody
words How dear to me the hour when daylight dies v2 - Melody
words Take back the virgin page v2 - Melody
words When in death I shall calmly recline / The Legacy v2 - Melody
words How Oft Has the Banshee Cried v2 - Melody
words We may roam through this world v2 - Melody
words Let Erin remember the days of old v2 - Melody
words Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water / The Song of Fionnuala v2 - Melody
words Sublime was the warning that liberty spoke v2 - Melody

Volume No. 3
words Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane / Erin, Oh Erin v3 - Melody
words O! blame not the bard v3 - Melody
words While gazing on the moon's light v3 - Melody
words When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow / Ill Omens v3 - Melody
words By the hope within us springing / Before the Battle v3 - Melody
words Night closed around the conqueror's way / After the Battle v3 - Melody [air: Thy Fair Bosom?] [355.19]
words 'Tis sweet to think that, where'er we rove v3 - Melody
words Through grief and through danger / The Irish Peasant to his Mistress v3 - Melody
words When through life unblest we rove / On Music v3 - midi
words It is not the tear at this moment shed v3 - Melody
words 'Tis believed that this Harp / The Origin of the Harp v3 - Melody
Volume No. 4
words Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright / Love's Young Dream - Melody
words Though dark are our sorrows / The Prince's Day - Melody
words Weep on, weep on, your hour is past - Melody
words Lesbia hath a beaming eye - Melody
words I saw thy form in youthful prime - Melody
words She is far from the land - Melody
words Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns - Melody
words What the bee is to the flowert - Melody
words Here we dwell, in holiest bowers / Love and the Novice - Melody
words This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes - Melody
Volume No. 5
words Through Erin's Isle / Oh, the Shamrock - Melody
words One bumper at parting! - Melody
words 'Tis the Last Rose of Summer - Melody
words The young May moon is beaming, love - Melody
words The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone / The Minstrel Boy - midi
words The valley lay smiling before me / The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni - Melody
words Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own - Melody
words Oh! doubt me not - the season - Melody
words You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride - Melody
words I'd mourn the hopes that leave me - Melody
Volume No. 6
words Has sorrow thy young days shaded - Melody
words No, not more welcome the fairy numbers - Melody
words When first I met thee, warm and young - Melody
words While History's Muse the memorial was keeping - Melody
words The time I've lost in wooing - Melody
words Oh, where's the slave so lowly / Where is the Slave - Melody
words 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking - Melody
words In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown - Melody
words I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining - Melody
Volume No. 7
words My gentle Harp, once more I waken - Melody
words When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved - Melody
words Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart - Melody
words Wreath the bowl - Melody
words When'er I see those smiling eyes - Melody
words If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air - Melody
words To Ladies' eyes a round, boy - Melody
words Forget not the field where they perish'd - Melody
words They may rail at this life - from the hour I began it - Melody
words Oh for the swords of former time! - Melody
Volume No. 8
words Ne'er ask the hour - what is it to us - Melody
words Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark - Melody
words Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling / The Parallel - Melody
words Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! - Melody
words Of all the fair months, that round the sun / O'Donohue's Mistress - Melody
words Oh, the sight entrancing - Melody
words The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking / Thee, Thee, Only Thee - Melody
words Shall the Harp then be silent - Melody
Volume No. 9
words 'Twas one of those dreams, that by music are brought - Melody
words Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers - midi
words Quick! we have but a second - Melody
words In yonder valley there dwelt, alone / The Mountain Sprite - Melody
words They know not my heart, who believe there can be - Melody
words I wish I was by that dim Lake - Melody
words She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre - Melody
words Sing - sing - Music was given - Melody
Volume No. 10
words Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee - Melody
words Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me - Melody
words To-morrow, comrade, we / Song of the Battle Eve - midi
words What life like that of the bard can be / The Wandering Bard - Melody
words I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here - Melody
words They came from a land beyond the sea / Song of Innisfail - midi
words Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high / The Night Dance - Melody
words There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing - Melody
words Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore - Melody
words Lay his sword by his side - it hath served him too well - Melody
words The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall - Melody
words Oh, could we do with this world of ours - Melody
words From this hour the pledge is given - Melody
words The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er - Melody
words Silence is in our festal halls - Melody

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[sweatyfunnyadams] (cf "Mrs F A" p59?) this murder casts an awful pall over the following vignette of sugardaddy and golddigger

cf also Bloom's cottage fantasy

[♬ May moon]
[missymackenzies]

1906 ad

"shooting popguns at the stars... gazing and crazing and blazing at the stars... hitch his braces on to his trars" (Hitch your wagon to a star?)

[clean dippy]
[Furphy]
[fair mashed on]

16yo Peaches and 51yo Daddy Browning, 1926

cherrybum

[Ack, ack, ack... three to a loaf] one theory is that we've been watching a film/newsreel for the last couple of paragraphs, and this is the sound of film flapping at the end


FDV: "Notice a fellow who calls on his skirt. He calls her a honeylamb, swears they will be pals, by Sam, and share good times in a happy lovenest when May moon shines but that guy is not so tipsy (not on your life not in these trousers) for somewhere he has girl number two and he would like to canoodle her two for he is downright fond of number one and he is mashed on number two if he cd only canoodle the two and all three would be genuinely happy, the two numbers, namely, and their mutual chappy (for he is simply shamming dippy) if they were afloat in a dreamboat, his tippy canoe, his tippy up and down dippy hiptophippy canoe! So in the present case which bears all the earmarks of a plot."

4DV: "Notice a fellow who calls on his skirt. Note his sleek hair so elegant, tableau vivant. He vows her to be his own honeylamb, swears they will be pals, by Sam, and share good times way down west in a happy lovenest when May moon shines but that guy is not so dippy between you and I (not on your life! not in these trousers! not by a large jugful!) for somewhere on the sly this guy has his girl number two and he would like to canoodle her too some part of the time for he is downright fond of his own number one but he is fair mashed on peachy number two so that if he could only canoodle the two all three would be genuinely happy, the two numbers, that is, with their mutual chappy (for he is simply shamming dippy) if they were afloat in a dreamboat, his tippy canoe, his tippy upanddowndippy tiptoptippy canoodle canyou. With this our friends the fender and the bottle at the gate seem on an identical basis, bearing several of the earmarks of a plot for there is in fact no use putting a tooth on a thing of that sort and the amount of that sort of thing which was then going on was simply stupendous."

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[♬ the wastes a'sleep... slumber deep]

obi

[♬ on the raglar rock to Dulyn]
[♬ dreamed that he'd wealthes in mormon halls] p49 above
[♬ while hickstrey's maws was... pandywhank... puddywhackback]
[while... grazing in the moonlight... oonagh! oonagh!]
[Mullingcan Inn]

Gabrielle Rejane

the words "wasching the walters of, the weltering walters off. Whyte." anticipate not only the tv series Breaking Bad, but more relevantly the closing words of chapter 8, uniquely recorded by Joyce himself:

215-216 "His tittering daughters of. Whawk? Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos woon't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughtersons. Dark hawks hear us! Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Nighty night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!"

They're echoed elsewhere:
245.22 "And his dithering dathering waltzers of. Stright!"
265.15-.16 "arride the winnerful wonders off, the winnerful wonnerful wanders off"
526.09-.10 "— Besides the bubblye waters of, babblyebubblye waters of? — Right."
572.16-.17 "Cant ear! Her dorters ofe? Whofe? Her eskmeno daughters hope? Whope? Ellme, elmme, elskmestoon! Soon!"

[♬ And roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!]

 Noah Beery (Sr) in 1933:

[29]

FDV: "Maurice Behan, who threw on a pair of pants and came down in his socks without a coat attracted by noise of gunplay was in bed wakened up by hammering at the gate. This was not in the least like a bottle of stout which would not rouse him out of sleep but much more like the overture to the last day if anything."

4DV: "Maurice Behan, who hastily threw on a pair of pants and came down in his socks without coat or collar, attracted by the noise of gunplay, said he was safe in bed when he was wakened up out of the land of byelo by hearing hammering emanating from the gate. This battering all over the door and sideposts, he always said, was not in the very remotest like a bottle of stout which would not rouse him out of sleep but far more like the overture to the last day, if anything."

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"fender" is a recurring theme [fweet-11] chosen perhaps for its vague shapelessness? (what sort of parcel could hold it?)

no such/pronoun:
parson/person: 1st, 2d, 3rd
fender/gender: neuter, feminine, masculine
lumber/number: singular, plural
race/case: subject, object

"Flaggy Bridge" may have been around here
[hir newbridge is her old]

22 calibre

A butcher with a blue blouse is an oddly recurring motif (Abel = Shaun?):

063.16 Abelbody in a butcherblue blouse
Lamy: Commentarium in Librum Geneseos I.248: "Abel slaughtered the first-born of his flock in honour of God" (Genesis 4:4)
064.18 ruinating all the bouchers' schurts
064.32 Your machelar's mutton leg's
Italian macellaio: butcher
067.15 the butcher of the blues
067.25 the meatman's family
070.11 bandstand butchery
076.19 a forescut
Dutch voorschoot: apron (e.g. a butcher's)
077.32 meathewersoftened
Dutch vleeschhouwer: butcher (literally 'meat-hewer')
080.08 butcherswood
092.19 pizzicagnoling
Italian pizzicagnolo: pork butcher
111.32 unfilthed from the boucher
118.13 Coccolanius
Latin lanius: butcher
158.30 her boshop's apron
172.05 a different butcher's
190.05 the more bullbeef you butch
213.26 I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet.
(the apron is so poorly washed that no one will take it)?
265.F08 A butcher szewched him the bloughs
315.01 A butcheler
338.09 blutcherudd
406.02 from Portarlington's Butchery
587.16 to belt and blucher him
600.29 some butchup's upperon
607.12 fleshers
German Fleischer: butcher

"One Life One Suit (a men's wear store)" suggests being stuck for life in the same job

[muttering Irish... ship hotel]
[the engine of the laws declosed unto Murray]

[boots about the swan]


FDV: "But how untrue. Six feet is not tall. Was it to explode & to force entrance that the man with a bottle of stout in his possession seized by the town guard in his very gateway was in the gateway. How true on first hearing his statement that he had had a lot too much to drink and was falling against the gate yet how lame proceeds his then excuse that he was merely trying to open the bottle of stout by hammering it against the gate for the boots, Maurice Behan, who threw on a pair of pants and came down in his socks"

4DV: "he was answered by the aggravated assaulted that that was for him to find out. But how transparently untrue! Six feet one is not tall. Was it supposedly to explode or to force an entrance that the man in a butcher blue blouse from a men's wear store with a bottle of single stout in his possession seized by the town guard in H.C.E.'s very gateway, was in the gateway? How true on first time of hearing his statement that he had had a lot too much to drink and was only falling against the gate yet how lamely proceeds his then explanation that he was merely trying to open the bottle of stout by hammering it against the gate for the boots in the place, Maurice Behan, who hastily threw on a pair of pants and came down in his socks"

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[by the abundant mercy of Him Which Thundereth From On High]



Lotta Crabtree, 'the San Francisco Favorite'

issues with the FW2 changes to this page

FDV: "The city of refuge whither he had fled to forget & expiate manslaughter, the land in which by the commandment of promise his days were to be long, murmured, wd rise against him, do him hurt as were he more a curse for them, the lay quick, the saints of an unholy nation, the castaway in resurrection of damnation to convince him of their proper sins. Business bred, Humphrey took no chances. Yet he was subject to terror. When returning late to the old spot a revolver was put to his face."

4DV: "The city of refuge whither he had fled to forget in expiating manslaughter, the land in which by the commandment with promise his days apostolic were to be long murmured, would rise against him, do him, poor jink, ghostly upon bodily, as were he made a curse for them, the corruptible lay quick, all saints of incorruption of an holy nation, the common or garden castaway in resurrection of damnation so they convince him of their proper sins. Businessbred to a stiff upper lip he took nothing but good fighting chances. Yet he or his was or were subjected to terror. One tall man humping a suspicious parcel when returning late to the old spot had a barking revolver put to his face by an unknown assailant (masked) against whom he had been jealous. More than that when the waylayer (not a Lucalizodite) mentioning that he had a loaded pistol which left only two alternatives as either he would surely shoot him or, failing of that, bash in his face beyond all recognition, pointedly asked him how he came by the fender he was answered by the aggravated assaulted that that was for him to find out."

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"Sylvia Silence" was a fictional 15yo girl detective created in 1922 in the Schoolgirls' Weekly by John W Bobin using the penname Katherine Greenhalgh. Joyce saw the name in an ad for the magazine.

[Jarley Jilke began to silke for he couldn't get home to Jelsey... He's got the sack that helped him moult instench of his gladsome rags]
[granite setts]

cromlech w/quoit

[♬ Questa and Puella]

Annie Horniman

"seventh city" [The European cities that exceed Dublin in extent and population, are London, Paris, Constantinople, Vienna, Moscow, and Naples.]

0DV: "First he was a martyr to indigestion, rather liable to piles procured by sitting on stone walls where he contracted a stubborn cough while revelling in the beauty of nature"

FDV: "A sailor, seated on the granit setts of the fish market, was encouraged to speak by his fiancee and said: [...] he was to blame about the two slaveys but I think there was someone else behind it about the 3 drummers. Can it be that so diversified outrages were planned and partly carried out against him if it is true that those recorded took place? The city"

4DV: "Sylvia Silence, the girl detective, when told of the different facts in her easy bachelor's flat overlooking Anderson's mews, asked quietly: Have you thought that sheer greatness was his tragedy? But in my view he should pay the full penalty. A sailor, seated on the granite setts of the fishmarket, was encouraged to talk by his fiancée and said: I lay he was to blame about the two slaveys as he had his perfect right but I think there was someone else behind it about the three drummers. Can it be that so diversified outrages were planned and partly carried out against a staunch covenanter if it is true those recorded ever took place? The city of refuge"

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[The 'plebiscite']

Pages 58-61, sometimes called the plebiscite, are unique in their origin as quotes from a single tabloid newspaper article, from the "Daily Sketch" for 14 Dec 1922, regarding the Bywaters murder trial: [more]

                      Three soldiers || Three soldiers...
               were walking together || were walking
                    in Fleet-street; || in Montgomery Street.
                 one gave an opinion || One gave an opinion
             in which all concurred. || in which all concurred.
                 It was the woman... || It was the women, they said;
                   He proved himself || He showed himself
                 a man afterwards... || a man afterwards.
              Miss Sheila Courtenay, || A leading actress...
                 who is appearing in ||
            "The Cat and the Canary" ||
        at the Shaftsbury Theatre... ||
    "I do sincerely hope," she said, || she hoped
"that Bywaters will not be hanged... || he would be acquitted...
    then he has been so wonderful... || Then he has been so truly wonderful...
           A dustman named Churches, || A dustman named Churches
                    in the employ of || in the employ of
         the City Corporation, said: || Bullwinkle and McHanger... replied:
   "We have been discussing the case || We have just been discussing this case.
and most of the fellows will sign... || All the fellows say...
                   A taxicab driver: || A... taxi driver said:
   Bywaters is a silly young fellow, || He is a damned scoundrel in private life
                    but he ought not || but he
          to pay the full penalty... || has parliamentary privilege.
          A barmaid in the West End: || A barmaid:
                 It would be a shame || It would be a shame
                 if Bywaters died... || to jail him...
                    but he ought not || ...he should
          to pay the full penalty... || pay the full penalty.
        A sailor, on the Embankment, ||  A sailor [on the] setts of the fish market,
             was encouraged to speak || was encouraged to speak
           by his fiancée, and said: || by his fiancée & said:
      the woman was more to blame... || [...] he was to blame...
               but I think there was || but I think there was
               someone else in it... || someone else behind it...

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Death Avenue, NYC

[Merry Tricks]
[Kitty Tyrrel... (O blame gnot the board!)] ♬
[cub curser]

"He believes in the cave-man attitude to women"

[♬ Sankey singing!]
[Danl Magrath?]

Capt Boycott

[meet too ourly, matadear!]
[Moirgan's lady ('Flatterfun')]


FDV: "A barmaid: it would be a shame to jail him on account of his health."

4DV: "A barmaid's view was: It would be a crying shame to jail him in consequence of his health. Brian Linskey, the boy curser, was questioned and gave a snappy comeback when saying: I am for caveman sex, curse it! Them two women ought to be strangled, I say! Miss Ida Wombwell, the seventeen year old revivalist, said concerning the fusiliers incident: That man is a brute-- but a magnificent brute."

mysteries:


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