"Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say onions? Bloo? Cadges ads? Photo's papli, by all that's gorgeous. Play low, pardner. Slide. Bonsoir la compagnie. And snares of the poxfiend. Where's the buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. Checkmate. King to tower. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his hed 2 night." (U14.1534)
"Crickey, I'm about sprung. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. Item, curate, couple of cookies for this child. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none! Not a pite of sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to hell and with him those other licensed spirits." (U14.1540)
"Time, gents! Who wander through the world. Health all! A la vôtre!
Golly, whatten tunket's yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes. Peep at his wearables. By mighty! What's he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovril, by James. Wants it real bad. D'ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis. Trumpery insanity. Bartle the Bread we calls him. That, sir, was once a prosperous cit." (U14.1544)
"Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. Slung her hook, she did. Here see lost love. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Tuck and turn in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies. Pardon? Seen him today at a runefal? Chum o' yourn passed in his checks? Ludamassy! Pore piccaninnies! Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg!" (U14.1551)
"Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos frien Padney was took off in black bag? Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. I never see the like since I was born. Tiens, tiens, but it is well sad, that, my faith, yes." (14.1555)
"O get, rev on a gradient one in nine. Live axle drives are souped. Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow." (U14.1558)
"Jappies? High angle fire, inyah! Sunk by war specials. Be worse for him, says he, nor any Rooshian. Time all. There's eleven of them. Get ye gone. Forward, woozy wobblers! Night.
Night. May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.
Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable regions." (U14.1560)
"Yooka. Night. Mona, my true love. Yook. Mona, my own love. Ook." (U14.1567)
"Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she goes. Brigade! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up. Pflaap! Tally ho. You not come? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap!" (U14.1569)
"Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o me. Denzille lane this way. Change here for Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where shady Mary is. Righto, any old time. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. You coming long? Whisper, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the black duds?" (U14.1572)
"Hush! Sinned against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall come to judge the world by fire. Pflaap! Ut implerentur scripturae. Strike up a ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy." (U14.1575)
"Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah is coming. Washed in the Blood of the Lamb." (U14.1579)
"Come on, you winefizzling ginsizzling booseguzzling existences!" (U14.1580)
"Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! Come on, you triple extract of infamy!" (U14.1581)
This passage, as discovered by Harald Beck, is taken verbatim from a sermon given by the American evangelist William Ashley "Billy" Sunday, on May 14th 1916, at the U of Kansas. Sunday (1862 - 1935) was a popular professional baseball player during the 1880s and then the most celebrated and influential American evangelist in the early 20c. Born into poverty near Ames Iowa, Sunday spent some years in an orphanage before taking a series of odd jobs in small Iowa towns, while developing his athletic skills. His exceptional speed led him to play major league baseball for eight years with the Chicago White Stockings. Converted to evangelical Christianity in the 1880s, Sunday left baseball for the ministry. He gradually gained tremendous fame with his colloquial sermons and frenetic delivery.
Though Billy Sunday was ordained by the Presbyterian Church in 1903, his ministry was nondenominational. He affirmed the inerrancy of the Bible, the doctrine of substitutionary atonement, a literal devil and hell, the virgin birth of Christ, His imminent return, and His bodily resurrection. He often grated his audiences by speaking against the emerging religious liberalism and the evolution theory, as well as against gamble, dancing, and other popular middle class amusements. Sunday played a significant role in arousing public interest in Prohibition and in the passage of the 18th Amendment in 1919. Sunday held campaigns in America's big cities heavily covered by the press, made a huge amount of money, and was welcome in prominent homes (Presidents Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson, Herbert Hoover, John D. Rockefeller, Jr). His popularity waned after WW1 with the competition of radio and movie theaters, and he was often disgraced by the 'unchristian' behavior of his 3 sons. He died in 1935, the title of his last sermon was 'What must I do to be saved?'
"Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's my name that's yanked to glory most half this planet from 'Frisco Beach to Vladivostok. The Deity aint no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that He's on the square and a corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. Shout salvation in King Jesus." (U14.1584)
"You'll need to rise precious early, you sinner there, if you want to diddle the Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend, in his backpocket. Just you try it on." (U14.1588)