The Footlights proved to be composed of wits whose repartee was not always unanswerable. New members were treated to a seminar in lyric writing by Peter Tranchell, a queer (as we used to say) music don from Trinity [sic], famous for his outrageousness: 'It's springtime and we're feeling ourselves again' was his kind of quip. He had his skittish aspect, but he was also capable of serious musical compositions. His advice about lyrics was very practical. It was always, but always, better, he told us, to put the unlikelier part of a rhyming couplet first: 'The vice squad wrangle / In the nice quadrangle' rather than the other way about. What sounded effortful one way sported a neat and fitting cap the other.