Without reason, against prudence, and at a moment’s notice, he fell in love with a frivolous, golden-haired girl who used to tear about Simla Mall on a high, rough waler, with a blue velvet jockey-cap crammed over her eyes. Her name was Venner—Tillie Venner—and she was delightful.

I heard my name amongst so much mumbo jumbo. “Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb, Robert.”

Cracker Jack prizes and CD covers often have lenticular images on them.

The newspaper was forced to recaption the photograph to avoid a libel suit.