Cerfit of Wit Needed

A Chance to Make £ £ £

Most of you know the feeling of writing to a deadline, that pushed, harrassed, uncomfortable feeling.

And you know how at such a time little irrelevant things seem to pop into your mind to annoy you. Things like that time the fly made an attack out of the sun on to the ink-stain and you wondered "Are your intentions honourablef" And then you went on to think that if only you did not have to finish your damned essay, you could really be amused by things like this, and you would like other people to hear more of your witty sayings.

Well, now you have the opportunity—write them doum and hand them in to Cappicade, the editor of which is looking at present rather like the unfortunate in the illustration above. The Editor, who may be reached via the letter wrack, will be very glad to see you and talk over your Bon Mots with you and perhaps give you some ideas to work on. He is depending on you to keep him sane by supplying copy, so send in your favourite story. You would not want him to go off his nut, would you?