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whom it may concern schedule pursuant to statute showing return of number
of mules and jennets exported from Ballina. Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil
Blake’s weekly Pat and Bull story. Uncle Toby’s page for tiny tots. Country
bumpkin’s queries. Dear Mr Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence? I’d
like that part. Learn a lot teaching others. The personal note M. A. P. Mainly
all pictures. Shapely bathers on golden strand. World’s biggest balloon. Double
marriage of sisters celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other.
Cuprani too, printer. More Irish than the Irish.
       The machines clanked in threefour time. Thump, thump, thump. Now
if he got paralysed there and no one knew how to stop them they’d clank on
and on the same, print it over and over and up and back. Monkeydoodle the
whole thing. Want a cool head.
        Well, get it into the evening edition, councillor, Hynes said.
       Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing him they say.
       The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the sheet
and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over the dirty glass
screen.
        Right : thanks, Hynes said moving off.
       Mr Bloom stood in his way.
        If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch, he said, pointing
backward with his thumb.
        Did you? Hynes asked.
        Mm, Mr Bloom said. Look sharp and you’ll catch him.
        Thanks, old man, Hynes said. I’ll tap him too.
       He hurried on eagerly towards the Freeman’s Journal.
       Three bob I lent him in Meagher’s. Three weeks. Third hint.


           WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK

       Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti’s desk.
        Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember.
       Mr Nannetti considered the cutting a while and nodded.
        He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
       He doesn’t hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
       The foreman moved his pencil towards it.
        But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He
wants two keys at the top.