LOUD SING CUCKOO

Comes May and with it many delightful things, including the Pops. Each year it is a pleasant editorial privilege to welcome the occasion and to urge dancing in the streets in its honor, for here, in the glacial intimacy of Symphony Hall, is an opportunity to appease both the inner and the outer man. On idle evenings, and occasionally on busy evenings, academic footsteps will gravltate towards town, where there awaits food for thoughts and theses.

This year there is a new conductor Mr. Alfred Casella, favorably known here and abroad. He threatens no extraordinary innovations and promises that the Huntington surface cars will not be rivaled by Mr. Antheil's Ballet Mechanique or similar modernisms. The old order then will not changeth; and since the old order has been found entertaining in previous seasons there is no cause for complaint. And, besides, if one does not care for the Puccini there is the pop--and vice versa.