Naomi Royde-Smith asks for 300 words (for two guineas, one winner) on the subject of ‘Nerves’. This is a task redolent of the punishments I used to receive at school (which masochistically, I rather liked). But NR-S herself admits this is a failure, either because most couldn’t think of enough to make it near to the 300 words allowed, or found themselves drawn ‘to the dissecting-room’. T.E. Casson comes close; so do Xenos, S. Barrington Mclean and Axon. In the end Valimus and Ichabod get to divide the two guineas, and are both published.
Walter Calé (1881-1904) is the subject of the next part of the competition. Who?
The combined but insufficient talents of A.J.Perman and J.W. Pepper, both winners earlier in the year, and the fact that one other entrant is ‘hors concours’ i.e. ineligible (why?) means that, along with a great deal of doggerel, this competition is abandoned, unprized. There is something of the matron about Naomi Royde-Smith, but then she is the doyenne of literary competitions.
The failure of this competition elicited a letter in the next issue, as follows: