Aye Reuben lad, ye missed a treat Last Friday when you failed to meet One hundred transportation men Convened from city, burg and glen, For the second yearly dinnerfest Of fish and fowl and sparkling jest. They sought the board from moor and fen: Hoot mon! they were blythe, merry men. From out the dome peered twinkling stars Which shone on knights of boats and cars: Within host Dunning’s spacious halls The KING and ENSIGN graced the walls; Beneath them ranged with D. O. WOOD The BLACK PRINCE, LORNE and stalwart HOOD. HOTRUM, STACKPOLE, SOMERVILLE, And scouts who answered to “just plain BILL.” Duke TERRY then inspects the guards And straightway signals all his pards: He trained his optics down the line, Then to the chaplain gave a sign. With smirk and quip the fray began, Ye gods! they’re at it to a man. The chef was new, his viands fine, My word! how they did sup and dine. Each clansman cracked his jest and pun, Warm hearts, good cheer made all the fun. With merry clink the MAC’S and O’S Attacked until their WILD IRISH ROSE. When MARSHALL diagnosed their case And cried “Enough,” they slackened pace. Just here the warblers oiled their throats, Producing full BRAZILLIAN notes, The smokers puffed and songs were sung, A gem was that from RILEY YOUNG. Will McIlroy and NANCY’S choir, With JULES did stud sweet music’s lyre. At half past ten the screen began To picture LARRY, HANK and DAN; Why Scots had thews instead of fat And differed from St. George and Pat. [Illustration: HALT! PRODUCE YOUR PASSPORT]