Rushden Feast really commenced on Monday, but already the town had the appearance of a metropolis in miniature. For the first time in the town’s history have the streets been invaded by the huge modern motor-’bus.

On Saturday night the narrow High-street was literally swarming with holiday makers from the surrounding towns and villages, people coming from so far away as Bedford. The two places of amusement had “House full” before their entrances, and still the streets were practically impassable. The number of visitors would create a record, if it were possible to get figures, for the motor-’bus makes a cheap and pleasant means of ingress and egress.

On Sunday the capital programmes given by the various bands of the town attracted a huge influx of visitors, who made the town gay with their holiday attire and holiday manners.

On Monday morning “Marriott’s Feast Field” was a huge hive of industry. Stately forms reared their meaningless limbs grotesquely towards the blue of an unclouded sky. Swart, grim visaged, perspiring men were converting dulled brasswork and dowdy paint well-worn carpentry and tawdry canvas with magician-like rapidity into fairy palaces of glittering gold, jewelled alcoves and towering whirling spectacles of light and splendour.

A Spill

On Sunday night a four-wheeled vehicle containing two ladies and two gentlemen, visitors to the town, was turning at the top of Skinner’s Hill when it overturned and precipitated the occupants to the ground. They were fortunate to escape with a severe shaking and a few bruises.