Accordingly we wired to Carey: "Do you play chess? Reply at once." He answered, "No. Why?"
"Carey will have to play that game with glass balls. Solitaire. Yes. We must remember to bring a board with us."
"But what about the chess gentleman?" asked Henry.
"I must go and find one. We've had one refusal."
There is an editor I know slightly, so I called upon him at his office. I found him writing verses.
"Be brief," he said, "I'm frightfully busy."
"I have just three questions to ask you," I replied.
"What rhymes with 'yorker'?"
"That wasn't one of them."
"Yorker—corker—por——"