February 7, 2016 brought together members of The Greek Interpreters and several young guests! The focus of the meeting was the story “The Missing Three-Quarter.”
After a quiz from Etta Abrahams, The Woman I, we toasted the canonical toasts to Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft, The 2nd Mrs. Watson, the Woman, and Pompey, two of which are included below. The answers to the quiz were presented, after which a hearty discussion on the story led by Michael Ellis. Click here to view the quiz.
Following a meal of Sirloin or Whitefish, Liza Potts and two of her students presented their research regarding Sherlock Holmes and our scion, and introduced the beginnings of a new website for us.
The meeting concluded with a reading of Vincent Starrett’s “221B” poem by one of the student guests, followed by our singing of The Anthem.
To Irene Adler
by Victoria Hoelzer-Maddox
I am honored to give this toast, especially because I share a biographical similarity with Irene Adler… We were both born in New Jersey, she in the 1850s and I in the 1950s. Because it is close to February 14th, my toast is in the form of a short love poem from Sherlock to Irene.
For Irene Adler: A Valentine Limerick by Sherlock Holmes
I once met a singer named Irene
She was the daintiest thing I’d yet seen.
‘Twas really a fluke
That German grand duke…
Love for me with The Woman shall stay clean
by Bob Wilks
I’m proposing a toast to Pompey,
Whose olfaction is highly evolved.
And no one can doubt,
Were it not for his snout,
A mystery would not have been solved.
It began with the strange disappearance,
Perhaps by kidnapper or mugger,
Of a man of esteem
On the Cambridge sports team,
An essential three-quarter at Rugger.
This man Staunton was said to be known to
All Brits, both on land and at sea.
But Sherlock, God love him
Had never heard of him,
Sports not being his cup of tea.
The trail finally led to Doc Armstrong,
A most uncooperative gent.
He was clever and slick,
And he used every trick,
To throw Sherlock off of the scent.
All would have been lost, had not Sherlock
Been prepared with his trusty syringe.
He fulfilled his need
For some strong aniseed,
Then proceeded to make Watson cringe,
When he filled his syringe with the liquid.
Then, across the the wide street he did steal,
And there, in abeyance
Found Armstrong’s conveyance,
And shot aniseed ‘round the wheel.
Then Sherlock engaged a consultant
Named Pompey, who soon saved the day.
He followed the scent
Where the wagon wheel went,
And found Staunton in his hideaway.
So today, I’m not toasting a human,
And I feel that my choice could be worse,
For the praises, in truth,
For this four-legged sleuth,
Should be sung in a doggerel verse.