Fizzical Fitness.

Thus old gentlemen spring about gymnasia like pink tigers, hitting punching balls as though they were knocking spots off rival coin collecters, and generally comporting themselves with the abandon of a jazz orchestra. Thus middle-aged ladies roll about the floors of their compartments to preserve that line of least resistance so sought after by the fear sex.

Thus the tempestuous typiste spends her lunch hour on the roof, limbering up her physique, seeking the answer to the maiden's prayer in athletic ebullience.

Thus the aspiring Adonis airs his graces and paces, peeled to plimsoll at the selvage of the sea, seeking to match muscle with hustle, and fit himself for the catch-as-catch-can of Commerce.

Thus babies bounce in their bassinettes and turn handsprings over the bed-rail, maiden aunts stroll into breakfast on their hands, and octogenerians go for cross-country gallops on Saturday afternoons with the boy scouts.