It was along toward the autumn of the year that I found Dr. Wombat, the learned logothere, lying reading under the spreading cover of a beech, a picnic basket at his side. Surveying his classic pose I remarked that he should be reading Virgil's Eclogues.
Partridge, Harry B.
"A Comber Comes a Cropper,"
Word Ways: Vol. 20
, Article 6.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/wordways/vol20/iss2/6