If Laddies are opening a new betting shop and get McCririck to cut the ribbon, thousands of people will turn up.

They have gained this reputation by being intensely rivalrous and obsessively factionate, however, so the impression that the placing litany of questions is primarily incorporative in its intent is, I think, largely erroneous.

Briefly, this story tells of the adventures of a commercial traveler afflicted with stampomania. This amiable and garrulous gentleman falls in with a druggist somewhere in the states and at each recurring trip manages to entangle himself and the weak knight of the pestle in the enchanting and entrancing mysteries of philately […]

Then vvas the faire Dodonian tree far ſeene, / Vpon ſeauen hills to ſpread his gladſome gleame, / And conquerours bedecked vvith his greene, / Along the bancks of the Auſonian ſtreame: […]