WHERE DOES THE SMOKE GO?

Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 95, 22 April 1922, Page 20

WHERE DOES THE SMOKE GO?

"I wonder where the wind comes from," said Donald. "I hate the wind. It blew our gum tree down, in that big storm. And don't you remember how the roof shook, Jessie V "Yes and didn't the windows rattle?" cried Jessie. "I wonder what Blue Cap did in the storm. I wonder. . ." "Arc you and Donald playing a new game? You are saying 'wonder' all the time." "Hullo, Blue Cap, we've been looking for you all over the garden. We want to know where the smoke goes to when it fades out of sight in the sky." "Puff train smoke," Donald explained. Blue Cap laughed. "Why, that's an easy question. It doesn't go anywhere; it just melts away." "That's what I thought," Jessie declared. "If it didn't, the sky would soon be black as ink, 'cause the puff trains and chimneys are always making smoke. Wouldn't it be funny if all the smoke stayed up in the sky." "Then there wouldn't be any sunshine," Donald said. "It would always be bedtime." "And the flowers would die, and every one would be miserable. I'm glad the smoke fades away." "So am I, Jessie," said Blue Cap. "P'raps, some day, theTe won't be any smoke at all. The puff trains are going, and lots of people don't make fires at all." s '- "But fires are so jolly in winter," Jessie cried. "I don't care if they do make smoke —it goes up the chimney." "Poor old Smoke," said Blue Cap. "He isn't so bad in the bush. I like to see blue wood smoke curling up from a camp fire or a hut chimney." "So do I." Donald had camped out once, with his big brother, and he remembered how jolly it waß to •watch the fire while the billy boiled and toss dry leaves to the flame 3. "Camp fire smoke is ratlier nice if it doesn't get into your eyes."

A STORMY NIGHT. The night was dark and stormy. And the ship was near a reef. Said Captain Toughness down below. "We'll surely come to grief." So up on deck old Toughness went. And said to the Cap. said he, "You'd better go below old top. And leave the ship to mc. I've sailed on many a rougher sea. And came out. of It all right; And I'll safely steer the ship to port, If yon'll only just hold tight." (And he did.)

1.—"I'll teach yon! Trying to bark at mc like a couple of puppies," said Harry. "I'll pop you In a kennel." So he nailed the Ted-dies up in a box.

3. —Then Bunny turned it over and painted eyes on one end so that it looked like a wild, weird womboosle—whatever that is!

THE OLD HOME. Little house, I love you—hidden nooks and oaken beams, All the dust and must of you, Your echoes, and your dreams. I love your lattice windows, and the clock upon the stairs; I love the quiet rooms, wherein I said my childhood's prayers.

Little house, I love you; all your sad, sweet ways Speak of folded mother-wings Vanished down the days.

2. —When he'd gone Bunny pushed a rake throng- the holes at the ends of the box. "Why don't you get ub out?" asked Tick, as the rake handle fixed them In more firmly.

4.—Anyway, it scared Harry right enough as the Teddies popped their tootsies through the bars and made it waddle along—he hasn't run so fast for months!

Little house—empty, lune, garden growa with lavender— In the gloaming, she'll come homing, The little mother-ghost of Her. So little house, I love you as I have loved none other, For, ohj you hold the soul of Her, The little lady-mother. —Ethel E. Man-in.

TOO MUCH I \

I wish I were a twin. I shouldn't have to wear All Daddy's cut-down things. My twin would have to share.