In fifteen years' acquaintance I have never known Mr. Hubbard to be serious but once, and that was when he described Bellefontaine as a place that the expectant pilgrim could always identify by the two sparrows on the south end of the water tank near the Big Four sta tion. I have passed that tank twentyseven times since, and have found Mr. Hubbard's statement accurate in every particular. It is, therefore, with a clear con science that I give this symphony in gingham my hearty endorsement.