Short of spraying magnums of Veuve Clicquot over backbenchers while lighting cigars with Robert Bordens, Paul and Co. announced a pre-budget teaser of how he and his pals planned to spend! spend! spend! on all sorts of crazy please have us back projects, things like fancy new transit system improvements, hundreds of millions of dollars for struggling farmers, and a program to curb gun violence in our fair city.

For thruppence you can buy one, full right to the brim.

Let me ſpeak prowdly: Tell the Conſtable, ⁠/ We are but Warriors for the working-day: / Our Gayneſſe and our Gilt are all beſmyrcht / With raynie Marching in the painefull field.

L. has recorded the repugnance of the school to gags, or the fat of fresh beef boiled, and sets it down to some superstition.