This turned up at our reunion last August, possibly from Roy Barraclough of Kingston Ontario. It surfaced today in my pile of "things to deal with" and Linda said "Go for it . . ." so here is a rhyme that should produce a grin or two. THE BARRACLOUGH FOOFAROUGH We Barracloughs are tough We Barracloughs are thorough. We’ve shaken every bough, We’ve beaten every borough. Directories we plough Methodically through Are each a very trough Of Goughs and Houghs – a slough. Of Cloughs and Bloughs. What though We come down with the cough? What though we squander dough And time? It is enough To know there is no –ough That rhymes with Barraclough. George Starbuck My tattered copy says from the New Yorker. I trust they won't mind it being shared. Jeannette Claridge Researching Barraclough, Hollingsworth, Horner, Glover.