Etymologist:—A_cactoblastis is _not an engine of war. All that's happened to you is that you are getting mixed up in your swearing.
Sweet Alice:—Yes, he didn't arf do a Ben Bolt.
Foolish Too:—You ask "What are the wild waves saying?" Quite a lot since the permanent waves have gone away Anxious:—The next time he Vike that gently massage his head with a club.
Volunteer:—A good recipe for re-4 moving lipstick? Cut it, out kid:
don't you realize there's a war 1 on?
Oh! Wirra! Wirra! Wirra Scene, the Office, Enter a lad from the Ould Cownthry, one Cassidy by name, "Could O: be bavin' a whrrud wid ye, sor."
"why, of course, what can, T do for you?
if vis thinking' this mornin' if e couldn't get _me into this foight."
"However do you mean'
"Couldn't. ye be- givin' mex, bit Jetther to the Japanese commander inthroducin' me as a new recruit?
"They wouldn't have you.
"And for why, I'd be askin'
"Because you are not Japane "But phwat's. the—difference? Haven't the Oirish been foightin' for ish—bad cess to em me said.—fer hundreds uv s, but there's no chance; they wouldn't have you."
"Do you think I could be unin the Chinese?
"Whatever want do you to set mixed up in this mess for "Mess is ut? Mess? Whey it's the Most iligint foight Oi've been seem' for a long time past. Couldn't ye just blarney the Chinese to letting' me in? Oi wouldn't give much thrubble.
jut why?"
i wis think line in wid me little blackthorn here, to they it out so to spoke."
"You must understand, Cassidy. This is not a free-for-all: it's a private gentlemen's fight."
Och,.a private gintlemen's foight! Whoi weren't ye oftlier telling' me that the first time. No Oirish gentleman iver interfere's in a private gintlemen's foight. I'll be bidding' ye the top o' the mornin', It's a bad wur-tuid, There's no taste o' peat in the potheen ud the Volunteers will not be oftlier letting' me carry me blackthorn,
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