Feb., 'lO] ENTOMOLOGICAL NEWS. 85 



AT a meeting of the Ottawa Field-Naturalists' Club, held December 9, 

 1909, it was decided to erect a drinking fountain consisting of a granite 

 sbaft with bronze medallion inscription, etc., at the Central Experi- 

 mental form, as a memorial to the late Dr. James Fletcher. 



ON AN EPISODE. 



THE CHARGE. 



Said Doctor Smith to Doctor Dyar : I'm amused and yet I'm sad ; 

 I found the pond where wiggletails disport themselves, and had 

 Assigned myself the arduous task of telling to all men, 

 How such things court, and what they eat, and how they feed, and 



when. 



Then you appeared upon the scene ('Twas strange to find you there!) 

 I welcomed you and smiled on you and showed you where they were ; 

 Yet when I looked your paper through, my Coddington in hand, 

 I failed to find that you had this sufficiently explained. 

 Your presence there was passing strange, but this was stranger still ; 

 I've wondered ever since if you intend to treat me ill. 



THE RETURN. 



Said Doctor Dyar to Doctor Smith : You surely must be leery ; 



Your conduct quite reminds me of our townsmen, Cook and Peary; 



Your name's not in my paper and the search you may forego ; 



I left it out on purpose and am free to tell you so. 



If I had been a blind man and deaf and dumb beside, 



A roaming round the country with no kind friend to guide, 



And you had chanced upon me and grasped me by the hand. 



And led me round the boggy ground right to the small pond's side, 



Your name had been emblazoned in my paper without doubt, 



In letters large and very black, a 'steenth inch tall about ; 



But since I see like anything, indeed I saw through you, 



My perspicacity alone had brought the pond to view ; 



Besides, I'll have to tell you, and with purpose most pacific, 



(Though this journal more's the pity's not so very scientific). 



Neither your name nor my own name should by good right be there, 



Since another found the wigglers and showed us both their lair. 



AU REVOIR. 



Said Doctor Smith to Doctor Dyar : I'm grieved, but yet I'm cheery. 

 Said Doctor Dyar to Doctor Smith : You're Cook and I am Peary. 



My steed is a little lame and needs currying. In truth for fiftoni 

 odd years she has been tied in her stall and has had only dry feed. 

 Please make some allowance for this. THE AUTHOR. 



