The Open Air 



puddles of thick greasy water, and by their gleam 

 you can guide yourself round them. Cab coming! 

 Surely he will give way a little and not force you into 

 that great puddle; no, he neither sees, nor cares, 

 Drive on, drive on. Quick ! the shafts ! Step in the 

 puddle and save your life ! 



THE TEMPLE PRESS, PRINTERS, LETCHWORTH 



