sparkling home and one of the last refuges of variety shows in Enj land, they were recently singing song with a catchy tune and a marvellous sense of meaning in view of conditions in that sparkling district, Tt was in' the new nonsensical review "Round about Regent Street," and the song informed the public that "Life is a merry-go-roundabout round about Regent Street." This is an accurate statement. Regent Street has always been one of the world's centres of attraction. Not only are its architectural proportions, with a focal point of Piccadilly ' Circus, something to impress and remember. Not only are the beautiful shops, the expensive creations ranging into thousands of guineas, the cafes and restaurants, the glamorous women, the twinkling lights the atmosphere of gaiety and the young. Grecian gentleman balancing pre~ cariously on one toe and shooting an arrow outside Swan and Edgar's just parts of the entire scheme. Nowadays, since better minds have been brought to bear on the inequalities of the Defence of the Realm Act which tells Londoners and visitors when and how to drink, more dominant attribute of this merry-go-roundabout is the new type of night club which transcends anything yet devised. And so proper, too, until the authorities are able to pierce the legal armour-plating protecting the new business, Shades of Mrs, Meyrick, that darling, lovable companion of the war years, who cheered the h of thousands of subalterns on leave from France with a few hours of hectic entertainment, and who. cheerfully served several prison terms for operating her chain of night clubs to this purpose during the war and afterwards. During the war, despite the stern rigours of that delightfully miserable old lady Dora, things were not so bad. Her black skirt, her corkscrew hair, her Uittle bonnet and her bony nose were supposed to represent the country's intense desire to sacrifice pleasure as a companion quality to the human sacrifice going on else= where. Not a bit of it as far as Mrs. Meyrick was concerned. She shook her umbrella in the gaunt old Indy's face, brought hours of joy to homesick youngsters from the battle fronts, popped her champagne bottles in defiance of the law and married her daughters into" the aristocracy. Tt was not until after the war that the gaunt old lady remembered, with savage lee, the affronts of war years and with Mrs, yyrick developing her ideas of after-hours pleasure that the chop-Por was used and Mrs, Meyrick went to prison time and time again, a martyr to the cause—except in the, opinion of the Director of Public Prosecutions who also found that she had been distributing money around Vine Street Station which fs a serious offence and a reflection on the integrity of the London Metropolitan Police, whose reputation as the best force in the world was subsequently vindicated by, condign punishment of the back~ sliders within its ranks.
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