But, as all things must, the meeting came to an end and, stretching our weary bodies, we accepted an invitation to view the town. Our progress was triumphal. In our flower-decked Victoria, with the municipal presidente on the little seat in front of us, Mr. Taft and I moved slowly along, one band in front of us blaring out “ A Hot Time in the Old Town ” with all the force of its lungs, and the other behind us doing its best to make itself heard and appreciated in a wholly original rendition of “ Ta-ra-ra-ra-boom-de-ay .” Then came the other members of our party in nondescript vehicles which jolted and creaked.