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J. C. Squire
I'm not so think as you drunk I am.
W. A. Spooner
You have a nosey little crook here.
W. A. Spooner
Which of us has not felt in his heart a half-warmed fish?
W. A. Spooner
When our boys come home from France, we will have the hags flung out.
W. A. Spooner
Three cheers for our queer old dean!
W. A. Spooner
Tell me, was it you or your brother who was killed in the war?
W. A. Spooner
Son, it is now kisstomary to cuss the bride.
W. A. Spooner
Sir, you have tasted two whole worms; you have hissed all my mystery lectures and been caught fighting a liar in the quad; you will leave by the next town drain.
W. A. Spooner
Our Lord is a shoving leopard.
W. A. Spooner
Let us drink to the queer old dean.