The Simmer of Summer.

Summer is Nature with the sun in her eyes and the skin off her nose. There is a simmer

The Summer Time Bill

in Summer and a careless air in the air, so that no one cares whether the gas meter brings out a brood of football bladders or the vacuum cleaner broadcasts the racing results. The glow of Sol's bright optic is reflected on the sundials of the seasiders, and the peels of the beach-belles ring when touched. The city calls to the country and the country answers in the affarmative. The business man sheds his mercantile maroon and goes down to the sea in slips. The typiste, true to type, abandons Pitmans for petmans. The great out-of-doors has turned the key on Care and the cry of the cashregister is lost in the sigh of the surf. For summer symbolises sentiment and Eros is on the air. Summer is summarily summed up in the Song of the Sand-piper:

Oh there's nothing rummer
Than the season of summer.
It makes one feel feckless—
Regardless and reckless—
In shorts, it's the season
Of unbalanced reason,
Of sunning and seizing
The things that are pleasing.
The sun on the torso
Is soothing—and more so—
And ain't it just “hummer,”
This season of summer!
The sandflies that bite us,
The things that invite us
To fill up the billy
And feed willy-nilly.
All winter we've waited
With hope unabated
For just such a “trimmer” —
A sizzling simmer.
So here's to the season
That relegates Reason,
Delight's master-mummer—
The season of Summer!