With a change in construction this is reduced by one letter, making thirty-two:
“Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs.”
Alphabetical Fancies
A gentleman travelling in a railway carriage was endeavoring, with considerable earnestness, to impress some argument upon a fellow-passenger who was seated opposite to him, and who appeared rather dull of apprehension. At length, being slightly irritated, he exclaimed, in a louder tone, “Why, sir, it’s as plain as A B C!” “That may be,” quietly replied the other, “but I am D E F!”
This alphabetical rhyme on “Naughty Janie” appeared in Longman’s Magazine:
Anger, baseness, craft, disdain,
Every fault { God hates } is Janie’s;
{ girls have }
Kind language moves not—only pain
Quite rightly serves—these uppish vain