eae: a, tt Fy Bee Se eam cel rg a a sg AO ns so iM fi because she suspects from my tone of voice that I've perpetrated a joke _. along, lean cowboy industriously plunks an asthmatic guitar, while another saws wholeheartedly at an ancient fiddle . . . strange anomaly, this last one—a Cockney cowboy . . . nothing later than Three O'clock in the Morning is played . . . the popular dances are the square dance, the quadrille and a peculiar explosive gyration yclept the Toddle .. . owing to the infrequency of social functions, they invariably last all night, end- ing with breakfast at 6 or 7 a.m... - and the whoopee is absolutely undiminished until the very end .. . such is life in the great open spaces, where men are men... and so are the women. Xill. A note of aesthetics in the Cariboo ... the ideal of rhythm in the dance appears to be something combining the best features of the St. Vitus dance and a hundred-yard dash . . . Silver Threads Among the Gold is considered good music . . . "it's sure swell"... while my offerings from Blossom Time, the Student Prince, or even the Desert Sing, are labelled "classic stuff,"' and just politely tolerated . . . pictorially, the local taste runs to a virulent type of calendar, examples of which are faithfully pre- served from year to year, and tacked profusely all over the walls . . . one living room is tastefully papered with pages from the Saturday Evening Post .. . startling lack of color in the home... unpainted floors and furniture . . . colorless draperies . . . wild west stories appease the unexacting demand for literature, and duels are staged for the possession of the weekly funny paper. VITO S. CIANCI. (ED. NOTE:—Years and years ago Vito edited a Paintbox—in 1927, to be exact!) BS EU SE ERA ET MC SPRINGTIME A prelude of silver rain, And then, upon a hill Three maids appear, Leading in their train All the Spring. | —EDITH TWEEDIE. [28]