Londoners have grown accustomed to the sight of flocks of sheep graze ing in their parks. I discovered the other day that visitors to town are rot unanimous in their approval of these reminders of a rural life in the heart of the metropolis.
Viscount Goschen, president of the Overseas League. tells the story of an Australian sheep farmer who came to London and stopped at the League headquarters. He was given a bedroom overlooking St. James's Park. The next morning he went to the reception clerk and complained: "Here have I come thousands of miles for a holiday from my ranch. and you go and put me in a room where I am wakened in the morning by the bleating of sheep!"
Overseas visitors to town usually are well satisfied with the arrangements for their comfort and entertainment made by the Overseas League and such bodies as the Royal Empire Society and the English Speaking Union.
At a cocktail party the other evening at Overseas House I found Sir Jocelyn and Lady Lucas, moving spirits in the provision of hospitality, busy introducing to visitors such celebrities as Miss Kay Stammers, the lawn tennis star; Miss Violet Vanbrugh, the famous actress; Miss Mary Borden, the novelist; Mr. Gillie Potter, the comedian o! "Hogsnorton"; and Admiral Gordon Campbell.
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