3 FEBRUARY 1967, Page 18

St Asaph's

VIII A chestnut tree stands in the line of sight Between the GIRLS entrance and 'Braich-y-Pwll,' Where, half-past eightish, Evans shaves his face, Squints out the window.

Not that he really wants to get among Schoolchildren—see, some of the stuff by there, All bounce and flounce, rates keeping an eye on: Forthcoming models.

It's tough, though. Past the winter boughs he'll spot Bunches of overcoats quite clear; come May, Just the odd flash of well-filled gingham, and Stacks of rich verdure.

You can't win, Dai. Nature's got all the cards. But bear up: you still know the bloody leaf From bole or blossom, dancer from the dance. Hope for you yet, then.