THE F-N RUMPUS

THE F-N RUMPUS

Sir.

Who is Mr. Alan K. Clerk, whose badte nipered effusion intrudes upon the correspondence columns this month ?

Let him forthwith be placed at the wheel of a Jaguar and pursued by ‘Nashes along a wet twat winding road until the inevitable happens ! I am, Yours, etc.,

}loon H. CLI.NDY.

London, W.1.