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RedOne of our correspondents recently wrote:
"I picked up a delightful book in a West Norwood London bookshop about three blocks from Raymond Chandler's spectacular public school a few years ago. It was entitled Lord Berners, The Last Eccentric by Mark Amory. It was about Gerald Berners who looked like Humpty Dumpty and was a composer, painter, writer and millionaire bon vivant. He had an estate where the pigeons were dyed different colors and where Oswald and Diana Mosley holed up after they were released from their respective prisons after the war.He concludes:
'Here's a wonderful poem by him:"Some people praise red roses
But I beg leave to say
That I prefer red noses ---
Red noses are so gay.À Kempis says we must not cling
To things that fade away.
Red noses last a lifetime
Red roses but a day.Red roses blow but thrice a year,
In June, July and May.
But those who have red noses
Can blow them every day.--- Lord Gerald Berners