"Oh, we must clutch at THAT--we must cling to it! If it isn't a proof of what you say, it's a proof of--God knows what! For the woman's a horror of horrors. In a quiet bystreet a German band of five players in faded uniforms and with battered brass instruments was playing to an audience of street arabs and leisurely messenger boys. The talents and virtues which were displayed in that great struggle were a sure presage of all that has since followed. Griffin, however, expressed the need for a little more light.