211. A PARADOX
Cut off my head, it is unshaken,
Cut off my tail, you turn it round;
But if both head and tail are taken,
Unconquered still I hold my ground.
212. WHAT ARE THEY?
Why should we quarrel, First and Third,
With nought between us but a word?
Let Third leave Second unessayed
To heal the breach these letters made.
If your solution be but fair
You find my whole disjointed there.
213. A CRYPTIC ADDRESS
“Next week,” wrote Funniboy from Naples to his friend, “I am going to ‘plant onions, etc.’ Let me hear from you.” How did his friend gather his destination from these words?