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THE SPECTATOR " CROSSWORD No. 150 IA prize of a

Book Token for one guinea will be given to the sender of the first _correct solution of this week's crossword puzzle to be opened. Envelopes should be marked with the words "Crossword Puzzle" and the NUMBER of the PUZZLE, and shoula be receiv-'d not later than first post on Tuesday week. No envelopes will be opened before noon on Tuesday. Solutions should be on the form appearing below. The name of the winner and the solution will be published in the follow- Mg issue. Envelopes containing solutions must hear a 2)d stamp, otherwise they are surcharged delivery. Solutions from the 1f.S.A cannot he accepted.)

ACROSS 9. This pedestrian has fun to begin with (2 words) (9, 6). to. " Drowned in a bath of the tresses of -" (Poe).

H. The last of the baronets? He's good for a drink.

12. Treated with architectural stuffing.

13. The scullery-maid's impreca- tion in Germany.

15. " The holy time is quiet as a Breathless with adora- tion " (Wordsworth).

17. Poetical poets.

19. Equal, when anonymous, to one crowded hour.

23. A ruler rather than a baton in this knapsack.

25. Baby's asleep, evidently.

27. A troublesome den denizen causes a riot.

29. Unmated spirit. 3o. "Life is with such all -" (Calverley) (3 words) (4, 3, 8).

DOWN r. The little saint gets ready to shoot.

2, t6. It goes far to being a Brewster Sessions so to speak.

3. Gives evidence of attendance at Lord's, perhaps 4. Melancholy, though the auc- tioneer likes to hear it.

5. Four-footed.

6. That's torn it, Father!

7. The record doesn't revolve properly. 8. Old three-decker.

14. Kipling's prescription for getting rid of the cameelious hump.

16. See 2.

x8. The solution is omnifarious (2 words) (3, 5).

20. Attribute this to a writer.

21. The mind turns to succinct publicity.

22. Topical advice to consumers of nearly everything, though not describing it.

24. You must hunt this artist. 25. Sandwich-man.

26. Also (inter cilia) Tullibardine, Balquihidder and Strange.

28. " The cock may craw, the day may daw, But aye we'll taste the barley -" (Burns)..