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.