city. At the prearranged mobilization points, where bands were
stationed to keep the throngs amused until the immense procession
could be ranged in line, the press was terrific. Every trolley,
every suburban train, every jitney, was crammed with the pan-
antis, clad in white, carrying the buttons, ribbons and banners
that had been prepared for this great occasion. DOWN WITH
GOOSEBERRIES, THE NEW MENACE! was the terrifying legend printed on
these emblems.

The Boulevard had been roped off by the police by eight o'clock,
and the pavements were swarming with citizens, many of whom had
camped there all night in order to witness this tremendous
spectacle. As the sun surged pitilessly higher, the temperature
became painful. The asphalt streets grew soft under the twingeing
feet of the Pan-Antis, and waves of heat radiation shimmered along
the vista of the magnificent highway. To keep themselves cheerful
the legions of Chuff sang their new Gooseberry Anthem, written by
Miss Theodolinda Chuff (the Bishop's daughter) to the air of
"Marching Through Georgia." The rousing strains rose in unison
from thousands of earnest throats. The majesty of the song cannot
be comprehended unless the reader will permit himself to hum to
the familiar tune:--

Root up every gooseberry where Satan winks
his eye--
We will make the sinful earth a credit by and
by:
Europe may be stubborn, but we'll legislate her
dry,
And then we'll tackle the planets.