body is arched upward, like 

 a sphinx. He wears a green 

 vest and a flat triangular 

 hat, and a white-bordered brown 

 mantle decorates his back. And 

 his baton? No wonder our bee- 

 tle trio were confused, for our precen- 

 tor wields two batons. He is a law unto 

 himself, has no score to follow, and, what is more, if 

 things don't go exactly to suit him, he whips out from 

 the tips of his batons two long red whip - lashes, and 

 makes things lively for a few moments. 



It is difficult to understand the many impetuous an- 

 tics of our eccentric precentor squirming from side to 

 side, circling his double baton about his head as with a 

 hurrah, snapping his whip on right and left without 

 rhyme or reason. Yes, as a precentor it is difficult to 

 understand his doings. But when we return to reason, 



