AH, Bridge! The card game of the élite, of the high and mighty, of the City businessman and the intellectual element of present-day society! As it holds such a revered position in the ranks of card games, it is only right that the weird and wonderful skills of bridge should be practised to the utmost in that mecca of budding intellectuals and future Cottons and Clores, the Junior Common Room. The visitor, courageous enough to pass through the doors. of this holy of holies, needs to tax his hearing and eyesight little in order to appreciate the enthusiasm and sportsmanlike manner in which the game is played.

Drifting over the tinkling of "Pepsi" bottles and the subsequent interjections uttered by one such prodigy as he removes his elbow from a neighbour's cup of coffee, the exclusive language of bridge is heard: "One Club!" "Two Diamonds!" "Two No-trumps!" But even the language of bridge has a dialect, peculiar, it seems, to members of Lower Sixth Econ. The visitor will do well to note such phrases as "That's our trick, you thieving hound!" or "Gimme that Queen of Spades, you dirty cheat!"

The interest aroused by bridge in over a hundred boys every day is comparable with that created by the indisputable charms of Miles. Bardot and Cardinale. Yes, any young man with the smallest germ of ambition inside him must now realise that "Solo" is strictly for plebs".

B. A. LUDLOW, L6Sc.