30 JUNE 1939, page 13

The Shell

ARRIVED, he sees the well-remembered scene And gladly finds that all is as before, The grocer on the corner, the Gothic church, The city 'buses halting at the door, Even the air......

The Horse It Was That Died

By JOSEPHINE BLUMENFELD " N OW, with your pony, Rowena. One and two! Rise and fall! One, two and one again. In with those toes. Out with that chest. Up, down—up, down. Easy now.......