[They] will find their levees crowded with silk-stocking gentry, but no yeomanry; an army of officers without soldiers.

All right, Tug whispered back; but we must get a stone or a club! 'Twon't do to go at 'em naked-handed.

Everyone remembers Beatlemania. The Fab Four created a fan frenzy wherever they appeared. Yet a decade after their 1960s' peak, an equally hysterical teenage phenomenon gripped Britain. It was called Rollermania.

A meager talent for sketching and crayon work led me to attempt crude picturizations involving the outlandish denizens of my nighted thoughts.