Garden City Washing-day.
Our sensitive artist insists on a harmonious colour-scheme.
The Lord Mayor (on hearing a certain Peel): "Turn again (in your grave), whittington."
New song for old Cantabs.:—
"O. B., what can the maté be?"
RUS IN URBE.
No, this is not the Russian ballet. It is the English Folk Dance Society, and their performances at the Royal Horticultural Hall at Westminster the other day showed that the Russian ballet is not to have things all its own way. I am not going to moralise upon the salacious quality of some of the themes of our exotic visitors, but certainly it would be difficult to find a stronger contrast to their ruling passion than is presented by the purity and simplicity of these country dances.