Reflections on Procesh—to the Secretary

While sitting in a tram lunch-hour on Friday on the Quay, awaiting the pleasure of our youth and beauty to allow us to pass on a wet dirty muddy ball of brown paper came through the window and smacked my hat. I am sorry I brushed it off nearly, yesterday, as I would have liked the clever lads who thought that one up to sec it. They were standing beside 'The Dragon". I feel so sorry for the little Darlings, whose wit and fun is so feeble. No one likes a laugh more than I do. To see the "processions" of today is one of the most boring things a person can witness To be a success people must have a sense of humour, tolerance, so the poor things that [unclear: arrange] these processions are really to be pitied, as they must be lacking in the worth while things in one's make-up as children couldn't even get a laugh out of their ideas.

Perhaps this could be read out to them and if possible it might go home to them, what fools they make of themselves.

Anne Milne Halley.