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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.

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