IS AUGUST SPRING?

Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22467, 30 July 1938, Page 19

IS AUGUST SPRING?

, (SPICIALLT WRITTEN FOB THB PBISS.) tßy T.] Haste thee, O haste thee, long delaying Spring! (Who wrote that wretched line? I quite forget) But why, in fortune's name, is everything So glumly and unconscionably wet? Denuded branches drip—the pavements sweat, Slack clothes-lines flap with sodden under-wear. "Is August Spring? or is it Winter yet?" i ldiot . / know not—neither do I care. Across the street I hear a magpie sing Like some forlorn, demented flageolet; My neighbour's house is eructating "swing," His window has a tinted statuette. Its curtains are composed of flaccid net, Their loathsome colour I could never bear—"ls it magenta — puce—or violet?" Idiot, I know not—neither do I care. Far down below, I hear the Postman ring — Why linger in the passage-way, to get Those green-stamped, windowed envelopes that bring Memorials of unrequited debt? Or circulars from men I've never met, Nor ever shall, as far as I'm aware — Now —"what about our All-Wave Superhet?" Idiot, I know not—-neither do 1 care. UEnvoy Idiot, you want another cigarette; Take it, for goodness' sake—the packet's there, "And are there matches in the kitchenette?" Idiot, I know not —neither do I care.