[Written inside the back cover of the 1941 volume]
In Memoriam—Archibald—Obiit 17/8/41
Here lie I—a green grass-hopper.
My wants were few, my conduct proper.
Born in a field, I came to pass
My latter days ‘twixt walls of glass.
They gave me flies, though rather few;
I gazed upon the lovely view
From Glatting windows. Wrapt in thought
I dwelt alone. In vain I sought
To steel my limbs for one great leap
To the far hills and browsing sheep,
But lost at last the will to hop,
And fell asleep. Good-bye. Full-stop.
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Oct 19. 1941 At tea I made following bet with M.G. Smith (major). In the event of his decease before mine, if in the intervening period no more wars have arisen, he leaves me £5. In the event of my dying, the money goes to my next-of-kin.
Should any war break out, I send him £5.
In the event of crises, reminders to be sent.
A. Ryle
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