I whipped them all. They looked like grasshoppers.

Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.

Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.

When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the grasshopper's--he takes the lead In summer luxury--he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

We used a piece of metal, five by nine feet, from our truck for the table. We used bamboo for the net, put the table on the barrels and played in the jungle.

I signed up for a tournament in Calcutta. It was called the China-Burma-India Theatre contest, and all the people assigned in that region could enter. I came in third from the top.