Having perused well the chronicle of the week, the Vigilant Patriot views with alarm:
Ann Luther. Her friends dragged her in the gutter. (P. 22.)
Cohens and Murphys and Joneses and Smiths asking questions and gaping. (P. 28.)
A bashed nose, a greasy Orchid Man. (P. 30.)
A cold round moon. It sickened, sank. (P. 27.)
"A little round person." (P. 15.)
John Silver, Pew, Billy Bones. (P. 14.)
Weather-worn hulks lying in profitless decay. (P. 5.)
Rabelaisian tales from a Pole in priest's clothing. (P. 9.)
Motorists who drain good oil out of their crank...
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