Double crostics are like dessert. You have clues to the left of a line of numbered blanks. Sheepskin processed to resemble seal or beaver. Six letters. Marylee and I would plow through the list, A to Z1 and get maybe one for certain. One of us would read the letter/number combo and the other push the pencil, transferring the letters to the grid at the right. When the crostic is finished, the squares contain a passage from a book. And, the icing on the cake, the first letters of the answers A to Z1 reading downward spell the author’s name and the work the passage came from.
Some times we got absolutely zero. A lot of faint lettering occurred. We parsed the passage for solitary squares and assumed they were A’s and not I’s. We were a good team, equally stubborn. If not a font, I was steady trickle of trivia whereas she was bold with the grid. “This has to be FLEMISH,” she would say, when all I saw was FEH. We’re off on a gander, I would think, but what do you know, 3 hours later who would show up, RUBENS.
Holy cow, we got another one done, even if it is 1:30 A.M.
“Okay,” she would say. “One more, and that’s it.”