The Oldest Profession

was well to the front. On a Saturday night at about seven o'clock, The entrance to the Village was congested with feminine attractiveness which made it very difficult to get right down town to keep an appointment "Boy," he said, "they were like files."

All this was to us certainly a new side to the "greatest gathering of brother and sister athletes from all parts of our far-flung Empire, etc., etc."

We thanked our friend for his courtesy and kindness in granting us this interview and wished him all the best for the 1940 Olympic Games—for which he has already begun training—and went home.

—A.H.S.