WICH; WEATHER FORECAST

THE GEORGIAN TRIO
MARY BONIN (Soprano)

An Address by H.H. the MAHARAJA of PATIALA, Chancellor of the Indian Chamber of Princes, at a meeting of the East India
Association, introduced by the Chairman, the Rt. Hon.- THE EARL or RONALDSHAY
Relayed from Caxton Hall , Westminster

EVERY year nowadays the taking of holidays is becoming more of an art. We are rapidly disproving the old idea that as a nation we rejoice in taking our pleasures sadly. This evening the Lord Mayor of Norwich will tell of the delights of his native Broads. They are an original play-ground, and proportionately attractive.

A Very Black Outlook! - which will include the story of 'Eppie in the Coal-hole' (from 'Silas Marner,' by George Eliot)
Helen Alston, Ralph de Rohan and The Olof Sextet will prove that things are not as bad as they seem

To the ordinary traveller America still seems a a long way away. Actually, as Mr. Preston will relate in his talk, it is possible, in the course
of four weeks' holiday, to visit Quebec, Montreal, - Ottawa, Toronto, Niagara, and New York-and at surprisingly little expense. Those who are contemplating this autumn a change from the usual holiday at home or on the Continent will do well to listen to this talk.

Sung by Herbert Heyner (Baritone)

The first song may serve as an example of one type of love song of the lutenist composers.
Robert Jones sets this piece of advice to a disconsolate lover:-
Go to bed, sweete muss, take thy rest; Let not thy soul be so oppressed:
Though she deny thee, She doth but trie thee,
Whether thy minde will ever prove unkinde, O Love is but a bitter sweete jest...
Let not a frowne for ever cast thee down;
Then sleepe, and go to bed in these joyes.

Dowland's first song has words by that Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke, who, besides being a courtier and a notable friend of Sir Philip Sidney and other poets, himself wrote sonnets and tragedies. He here extols the praises of Love, who makes his own laws, and to whose decrees, happy or sad, all must bow without complaining; 'for many run, but one must win.'
Weep you no more is an exquisite lament-one of the choicest of all lute songs.

Very little is known of John Bartlett beyond the fact that he published what he called 'A Booke of Ayres with a Triplicitie of Musick' (meaning that it included three different kinds of songs). His first song is about the wiles of Love, that parlous boy.' The other is the plaint of a maid whom nobody knows.

Go to bed, sweet muse - Jones
Sweet Kate - Jones
Away with these self-loving lads - Dowland
Weep you no more, sad fountains - Dowland
I heard of late - Bartlett
A pretty, pretty ducke - Bartlett

IT has now become accepted as axiomatic that increase of knowledge is synonymous with increase of happiness. Dr. Yeaxlee this evening opens the question as to whether it is possible to overdo the acquisition of knowledge in an age of continually increasing spscialization.

Personally conducted by Jack PAYNE

HERBERT CAVE (Tenor)

A DISCUSSION BETWEEN
Lieut.-Col. J. T .C. Moore-Brabazon, M.P. and The Rt. Hon. J. H. Thomas, M.P.