Delights of snookers or pyramids

Madras Weekly Mail, Thursday 30 June 1892

Secunderabad, 20th June.—Since last I wrote the earth has donned a mantle of green, and very becoming is her new spring garment. Our local poet goes about murmuring something anent “the smile that lies o’er all the earth.” So mild and merciful do we feel as the cool breezes fan our brow, that we let him passed unsuppressed and unrebuked. He, rash youth! narrowly escaped being slain in the hot weather. The erstwhile almost deserted Club has awoke to life once more, and ladies fair may be seen in the compound and in the Library, that sanctum sanctorum where “man, proud man” would fain enter, only generally speaking he funks it. I should say he is not brave enough, and so he stands like the “Peri disconsolate” at the gates of Paradise, and then goes off to drown his sorrow and his shyness at the genial bar or plunge into the delights of snookers or pyramids. We had another Concert for Thomas Atkins the other day given in the theatre of the 2nd Suffolk Regiment.