"After her dance, Salome, curtseying, fell, And shocked the Baptist with her scream of 'Bother!'" She had no sooner read it out than Mr. Bunting rose in his place and said gravely: "I can only speak definitely for myself, but it is my firm belief that all present, with the exception of Miss Wyandotte, have too much refinement to be able to guess correctly the missing rhyme in this case." Loud and prolonged applause. George Leghorn was particularly happy at these pencil games, and to him is due this very clever combination of the lyrical and the acrostical: "My first a man is, and my next a trap; My whole's forbidden, lest it cause trouble." The answer to the acrostic is "mantrap"; the missing rhyme is "mishap." The entire solution was given in something under half an hour by Popsie Bantam. She was a very bright girl, and afterwards married a man in the Guards (L.N.W.R.). Mr. Bunting, a rather strong party-politician, one night submitted this little triolet: "When the Great War new weapons bade us forge, Whom did the nation trust? 'Twas thou, Asquith!" The missing rhyme was guessed immediately, in two places, as the auctioneers say. However, by our next quinquennial meeting Nettie Minorca had thought out the following rejoinder: "When history's hand corrects the current myth, Whose name will she prefer? 'Tis thine, Lloyd George." Yes, dear Nettie had a belated brilliance--the wit of the staircase, only more so. We always said that Nettie could do wonderful things if only she were given time. She was given time ultimately, and is still doing it, but that was in a totally different connection. She inserted an advertisement stating that she was a thorough good cook. First-class references. Eight years in present situation in Exeter, and leaving because the family was going abroad. Wages asked, £36 per annum. No kitchen-maid required. No less than twelve families were so anxious to receive the treasure that they offered her return-fare between Exeter and London, and her expenses, to secure a personal interview with her. She collected the boodle from all twelve. And she was living in Bryanstone Square at the time. She is lost to us now. As dear old Percy Cochin, also one of the Soles, once said to me: "We are here to-day, and gone at the end of our month."