SUNDAY BRIDGE 



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steady sound of oral suction that proceeds from 

 the choir, where the fragrant fumes of pepper- 

 mint and bull's-eyes rise like incense to the 

 corrugated iron dome. And it was at Mumsey 

 Grove, one memorable Sunday evening, as he 

 sat wearily turning over the pages of a number 

 of old photograph-albums, that Lord Porpentine 



was inspired to conceive and sketch out the first 

 rough draft of that game which he afterwards so 

 successfully developed and amplified under the 

 now familiar name of " Sunday Bridge." 



For this absorbing pastime no cards are re- 

 quired, their place being taken by those family 

 photographs of which a sufficient number can 

 always be procured in any large country man- 



