11 NOVEMBER 1916, Page 15
AN IMPROMPTU.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR."I
Sit,—My father once heard Canon Ainger say this to a widow lady, who had upset some pickles at supper :—
"She's spilt all her pickles, And great is her loss—
They don't suit her black well, And so she is cross."
am, Sir, &c., M. M. H.