SIDELIGHTS ON THE GREAT FOOD PROBLEM.
PICCADILLY.
Gay shops, stately palaces, bustle and breeze,
The whirring of wheels and the murmur of trees;
By night or by day, whether noisy or stilly,
Whatever my mood is—I love Piccadilly.
Thus carolled Fred Locker, just sixty years back,
In a year ('57) when the outlook was black,