Big game hunting on Plympton Street: gentleman in first floor room of Adams squat C-section is annoyed by urchin--flung snowball; gentleman, entertaining woman, thinks valor the better part of discretion; gentleman, being sportsman, has double-barrelled shotgun; gentleman, being copiously refreshed with liquid refreshments, grabs gun and runs out into street; woman, being likewise, follows, coat absent and hair flying in the wind; gentleman, supported on the slippery ice by woman, aims gun at urchin; urchin, being heroic, stands ground, grabs snow, molds missile, projects it with zeal and fervor; woman, being on ice and copiously refreshed, dedges too late; urchin runs like hell; gentleman, being gentleman, retires with woman and unshot gun; nor murders, no tutors, no harm done.