To D.J.G.

Press, Volume CVII, Issue 31380, 27 May 1967, Page 4

To D.J.G.

For Want Of A Christmas Card Otovtr. thi, year from you no Chriitma, card. I took tt hard. Though wall awara that I had lent you nona. Neither. But recollect. tt'a alwave been Your, to lead, Hath and ,parkU. I’m the one To Or, come to that, the lame end rale apoloser, • So, tng °* * loha " B,<, "• sreetThi, time, tn scare we know era fleeting, Knowins too well you’re rteht; poet, like pumpkin. Are fattening in the auburba, complacent bumpkin,. But let me, before the eeneon', out of reach and out of memory, tay No more than tni,.- “Xeap antic hay And live f'for my •aka*.* Winkle to Pickwick; many a cheerful day. From time to time anwerins the <ut’» bray And ahowing yourtelf a, ever both bitter and yay.” * You know what I’ve been readinar—“Lend me your Bar,.' Fred Sinclair,', e,,ay,, which the sear. Wave left a, taut, tangy, and ,üb,tantial a, when I uied to print them in “The Pre” each now and then In fact, tt save ma quite a twi,t to find. Laid in, a card inscribed in Fred', email writins, “To the only begetter of the oaya," lighting My way back to thoee day, ,o lons behind.

Thi, wae a good ,cholar. a, you know a, well a, I; A very pood writer, a, I know; ,o do you. Yet he'e forgotten. within and without the Academy. Also ahall we be. you and I. It', true ... At least I think ,o; And that i, why, looking toward, you, I wink so. -J.W.I.S.