[…] my hand came in contact with a lot of curly hair, and by the shriek which greeted my ear, I was conshus that I had made a misgo, and was clutchin a womans water-fall.

Errors are more frequent when the play happens on an in-between hop.

I am not only honored to be here, I am very moved because for so many years I have been consigned to the lunatic fringe of computerdom

He looked at the mauve envelope doubtfully, and examined the postmark. Where is Pudlington, James? and one might almost ask—why is Pudlington? No town has any right to such an offensive name.