Rhymester

Rhymester, who tripped against a stone and lay with his head buried in his arms for some time, kicking and screaming for help.

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

"Ah! that was only for fun," asserted the Rhymester.

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

Before I could settle down to work again the Rhymester and A. Fish,

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

It had been turned into verse by the Rhymester, who, after an affected attempt to clear his throat, read as follows:

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

"Don't be such a coward," I cried, hurrying down stairs, while the poor little Rhymester, afraid to be left alone upstairs, tremblingly followed.

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

"Oh, one was, 'You are requested not to put your feet on the cushions,'" said the Rhymester.

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

In this way the afternoon passed very comfortably, and the Rhymester, after scribbling upon several pieces of paper, came and read to me a poem which had been inspired by our beautiful surroundings; he called it

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

"Waste of money, I call it," said the Rhymester, sniffing contemptuously.

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

The Doctor-in-Law then set the Rhymester to work, addressing the envelopes on the understanding that he was to share the sixpence per thousand to be paid for them.

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910

The Rhymester afterwards made a great boast that he had not taken any part in the mélée.

The Wallypug in London Alan Wright 1910