Me. Beard. (Rather weak effort.)
Davies. Moustache. (Weaker still; received with groans.)
Miss Davies (quick as another lightning). Charlie Chaplin. (Loud cheers here and laughter, followed by a long pause while John thinks.) At last:—
John. Mary Pickford.
Me (after another pause). Douglas Fairbanks.
Davies (indicating with a wave of the hand that it has been forced on him). D.W. Griffiths.
There is a slight hold-up at this point while Miss Davies tells her brother that he is not trying, and he says he knows he isn't. Miss Davies gets back on to the track amidst applause, however, with:—
"Broken Blossoms."
After this things went on for a long time, hours and hours I should say. I remember that we mentioned among many subjects of interest sausage-rolls, horoscopes, hair-pins, Cleopatra's Needle and lung-wort. I must resist the temptation to tell the whole absorbing story in detail, and skip rapidly to the point where the chase reached the following interesting stage:—
Miss Davies (still going strong). Whale.