Here it is May 1 and I gave in this morning to curiosity and began to research the practice of May poles and May baskets. I was prompted to study it further after starting The Honor Girl by Grace Livingston Hill. Mrs. Hill in the opening pages of Chapter 1 of the book.
Most of the programme was over. The tall, white robed queen with flowing hair, and wreaths of smilax and asparagus fern, like emerald frost-work over her white garments, had marched in with her fairy attendants dressed in all manner of fantastic costumes. They had place her upon the throne, crowned her, danced about her and the Maypole; danced separately and together; danced with pink, blue and white ribbons around and around the pole until it stood sheathed in its woven rainbow.
















