helmet and breast-plate, of marion and arquebus, worn under that proud blazon of Castile and Leon, the blood and gold flag of Spain. Since those days the necessity for a stone wall to keep out undesirable visitors has passed, and the city grew apace. The modern part is replete with broad streets and handsome structures, and the whole city is kept scrupulously clean and is attractive in every respect.

The Spaniard and Cuban people are a fun loving class, and it has been the custom for many years to have a Winter Carnival here. This year's festivities are being planned with a view toward making it an event of particular attraction for tourists and visitors. The mayor and councilmen have donated from the city treasury a large sum of money for this purpose. It is intended to have music in the public parks every afternoon and night, horse racing, aquatic sports, parades, a general illumination of the city at night and many other attractions to begin February 23. During the actual Carnival period, commencing February 23 and lasting until March 31, each Sunday will be seen a spectacle so attractive that I have neither words nor space to describe it in detail. The parade will form in the Central Park about 2.00 p. m. each Sunday afternoon, and will consist of floats representing the Island industries, decorated coaches, drags, tandem tea carts, volantes, automobiles and in fact every sort of presentable

vehicle. The parade will be miles in extent, will circle the city along the beautiful Prado, out the Sea Wall drive and back by the magnificient boulevard of the Carlos III. road.

The balconies along the way are crowded with people throwing confetti, which compliment is heartily returned by the people in the parade and on the sidewalks. Everything and everybody wears a holiday aspect, and all enter into the spirit of the time with the utmost abandon and good nature. Groups of people on foot, clad in most fantastic costumes, catch the eye. Here may be seen a group of fancy maskers making sport for those who care to see; a ring is formed around them, there is a blast from a trumpet and into the ring spring half a dozen men clad in the gaudy, but beautiful, costume of the bull fighter. The bull, as represented by two men clad in a bull's skin, with dangerous looking horns, comes charging into the ring, shaking his head vigorously, bellowing ferociously, and strange to say, scratching his hind legs, or some other equally ludicrous action, which sets the crowd in a roar of laughter. Suddenly he charges headlong at a toreador, who sidesteps lightly, whipping the bull in the face with a red flag; possibly the sidestepping is not gracefully done, a foot slips and down goes the toreador, whereupon the bull is filled with rage and rushes upon him, jumps on him with its fore feet, while the