Tt was a beautiful snowy-white straw coaxed from a. shop window by the advent of summer' days. It was worn on the head of a very self-conscious Chinese who. walked In dignified manner along the Bund until he arrived at one of those streets near the Custom House where miniature tornadoes are produced fon days when only a slight breeze stirs the rest of the city. Then his walk was no longer dignified for off came the nat with a bump. Running. fon its rim ft evaded an obliging Sikh traffic policeman who tried to snatch it, Between two rickshaws it rolled across the road and passed in front of a tramear which the driver, also obliging, tried to slow up to facilitate. its) recovery. Missing a motor car on the other side of' th road, its owner chasing it all time' regardless of heavy trafic, the truant straw hat proceeded on its way and cleverly dodged another half dozen obliging hands trying to stop it until it finished its mad career under a passing motor car. 'There was that momentary ex: pectation of disaster, summer being foully crushed' at so period in its emergence from the shop window, but when the trae block had dissipated the owner appeared proudly showing to admire ing spectators his hat perfectly safe and undamaged again to decorate the head of its owner who probably ricked his life half a dozen times to rescue it. This another case of trae hazard but nothing ike the case at Whipsnade where in an effort to rescue his hat a lorry driver climbed into the Hons" enclosure and was mauled to death.
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