WINDY DAY

Radio Record, 7 August 1936, Page 56

WINDY DAY

[= was.a tremendously windy day. Everyone clutched their hats and twirled themselves about to keep their umbrellas from being blown inside out. Billy and Betty enjoyed all the fun and fuss. They watched one old gentleman chase his hat until, just as he thought it. was caught, it slipped under a bus. Billy grin--ned and Betty giggled, for when the hat appeared, it wasn’t a hat any more. Then a lady’s hat blew off into the middle of the muddy road and bowled gaily along like a hoop. When it was tired of bowling along, it flew into the back wheel of a bicycle. The cyclist had been riding with his head down against the wind so

ne nad: noticed_ nothing, and-just pedalIedon.- Soon the cries of the lady pursuing her hat reached him. and he stopped... Politely he’ returned the hatsomewhat battered, but still a hat. Suddenly

as they turned a corner, a great gust of wind nearly knocked * them over. Betty: shrieked: ‘Oh! my hat!’’ and ‘started to run, Billy’s cap had been ‘blown over his eyes, and, when he had restored it to its proper place, the first thing he saw was Betty’s hat: some: way off rolling over and over along the road. He-ran after it, but the hat kept well in front of him, It led him.a-long chase, and when he caught it, he went back to the corner where he and Betty had parted. Betty was at the corner with her back towards him gazing into a shop window, AND SHE WAS WEARING HER HAT! Billy looked and looked again, then he slipped up behind her and whispered in her ear: "WHOSE HAT ARE YOU WEARING?" | Betty jumped, and seeing the‘ second hat, took off the one she wore, and stared at it in amazement. The two’ hats were exactly alike, even to the school hat-bands. __ Billy and Betty: were so puzzled by the hats that they started violently when 2 voice said: "Please, is one of those hats mine?" On turning, Betty saw a girl from ber own school, a very shy little girl whom she. knew by sight,. but to whom she had never spoken. Betty turned the hat she had been wearing and looked inside. "Of course it’s yours; here’s a label!" she exclaimed, "if you are Joan?" She was Joan, so there was no doubt about it. The hats were exchanged, and shy Joan and talkative Betty were soon very firm friends.