A luminous—shell outlined against the deep blue-black of a summer's night sky. Masses of trees thrown out in striking silhouette on either sid Groups of swaying lanterns flice: ing like fireflies through the trees, or marking the trail to the bandstand with gypsy tripods. Stroliing through the park towards the park towards the orchestra one becomes aware of distant twitterings, deep boomings, high fanfares, as if the birds and crickets had joined in a Nature Synphony. The initiated, however, interpret this as a sign that the orchestra is tuning up.
"Hurry up," urges an energetic damsel, "the last. time we came all the programmes were gone and we had to sit way beck in the Chatterers Rows.'' "O well, I could do with a bit of a talk
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.