' The World's
Largest Market '
To most Londoners, probably even those who pride themselves on their knowledge of the lesser-known ' sights,' Club Row means nothing at nil. Yet, as they will discover when they hear Miss Elphinstone's talk, this little street in Bethnal Green is the oldest part of a market where one may buy dogs of all kinds-from the aristocrat who sells on his pedigree alone to the family pet being sold on the eve of licence day-to say nothing of canaries, goats, bicycles, rabbits-Chinchilla and otherwise -tortoises, and any number of other things : all in an atmosphere as truly Cockney as Dickens ever conceived.