December 1926: high jinks at the Harrogate Hydro.  A mysterious guest has upstaged the palm court players.  How can they make her leave?

Hiding in Plain Sight 

My name’s Tappin the Banjo and – along with Fiddler Fred
We’re the finest palm court entertainers - Finzi might have said
And while we talk of Mr Baldwin ending martial law
But as we walk, we’re thinking of events the night before

With a sip of courage from my flask
I’m not afraid to ask
Is that the lady from the lake?
Is that the girl who’s gotten more than she can take?
Dropped-waist Chanel chemise
Alpina coat above the knees
Is that the lady from the lake?
 
Sporting rolled-down Berkshire stockings and cross-strapped Perugia heels
We’ve been completely upstaged by the Cape Town Flapper Mrs Neale
The way she like to dance the Texas Tommy through the night
As if her psychogenic trance is hiding in plain sight

We must do what Sir Arthur’s spirits could not believe
What boy scouts and bloodhounds could not achieve
And find a way for our slender guest – to leave!

Eton crop under cloche hat
Coty cupids from The Kit Cat

Her scent is Apres Londee
She speaks in mangled Franglais

There she stands cue in hand
Sings Red Robin with the band

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Hiding In Plain Sight

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