To the Editor of the "NonrH-CuiNA Dary News"
Sm,—I was deeply moved by R. D.'s letter stating that game was already on sale. jo Tears welled up in my eyes when I thought of poor little pheasants and things being killed and sold just because chickens etc. are so expensive, and only because some nasty persons want to make some money (who doesni?)—it really is too, too devastating! The tears rolled down my cheeks when I read how the Japanese were to blame for allowing this extra food to get into Shanghai and I was about to agree that what we need is a club (what, another "club" in these hard times?) or something to stop this sort of thing. When lo! R.D. spoils it all by revealing that the only reason he is angry is because somebody is killing the poor little birdies before he can get at em!
If there are no more feathered friends around for him to bump off by the time R. D. gets his pop-gun cleaned up, I suggest he sit in such a club as he fancies and with a whisky soda (being a "club suggester" he can no doubt afford one) sit and shoot-the-bull.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.