52. The prodigal son of a wealthy colonial farmer received a letter from his father, to suggest that a considerable part of his inheritance should be safeguarded before he squandered it. His reply ran thus:—“Dear dad, keep 1000050.” As such a sum, even in dollars, was out of the question, the father was completely puzzled.
What did the prodigal mean?
BURIED POETS
53. The names of eight famous British poets are buried in these lines, that is to say, the letters that spell the names form in their proper order parts of different words:—
The sun is darting rays of gold
Upon the moor, enchanting spot,
Whose purpled heights, by Ronald loved,
Up open to his Shepherd cot.
And sundry denizens of air
Are flying, aye, each to his nest;
And eager make at such an hour
All haste to reach the mansions-blest.
Can you dig them up?