This something was a girl of thirteen or fourteen, sitting astride a ferocious tiger which, with uplifted, menacing claws, swayed backward and forward, as it whirled about the course. The object of my interest was out of sight almost before I had gotten more than a brief glimpse of her, but brief as it was it was sufficient to hold me there for further contemplation.

A mass of yellow curls bobbed up and down with the swaying of the feline steed and with each downward movement a short dress billowed up in the air displaying a generous expanse of flesh above the top of her hose.

I watched this seductive bit of feminity with increasing interest till the contrivance on which she was diverting herself came to stop and she clambered down, displaying further expanses of flesh and panties as she swung her leg over the back of the wooden effigy. Departing through the narrow exit, she ambled down a passage between two rows of ring throwing and other swindle schemes with me close at her heels and watching covertly over my shoulder, to see whether there were any parents or older com-

panions in the background. I saw nothing to indicate that anyone besides myself was interested in her movements, and as she paused to inspect a display of knick-knacks in a window I sidled up to her and murmured in her ear: "Having a good time, cutie?" — She looked me over appraisingly and with but brief hesitation replied:

"Not very. Nearly everything's closed up." 'Tike to take a ride on the roller coaster?" "Sure I" was the succinct and satisfactory reply-Something about this girl's appearance and the matter of fact way in which she accepted my invitation, told me that I had a live one. As we made our way to the coaster an adroit question or two extracted the information I was most interested in, namely that she was alone. She lived but a short distance from the park, and was in the habit of coming by herself, to spend an hour or two in the early evening.