DEAR JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT: The other night one of my brothers said he
did not believe we could pronounce a certain word after he should
have spelled it. I will tell you what it is, though you may have
heard about it already:
A cross, a circle complete,
An upright where two semi-circles do meet,
A triangle standing upon two feet,
Two semi-circles, a circle complete.
Yours truly, CORA.
Oswego, N.Y.
DEAR JACK: I send you a riddle which I found. I take ST. NICHOLAS
and like it very much. I have all of the volumes from 1874.
I am a word of plural number,
A foe to peace and human slumber,
Yet, do but add the letter S,--
Lo! what a metamorphosis!
What plural was, is plural now no more,
And sweet's what bitter was before.
Yours truly, KITTIE.
Talking about riddles, reminds me of one that was made by Richard
Whately, an archbishop of Dublin, as I've heard. This is it:
"When from the Ark's capacious round
The beasts came forth in pairs,
Who was the first to hear the sound
Of boots upon the stairs?"
I'm told that it never has been guessed right by anybody; yet the
archbishop said there was an answer, although he did not say what it
was.
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