SUGGAN SAYS:

Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 97, 24 April 1936, Page 5 (Supplement)

SUGGAN SAYS:

write poetry, even though when with it. There is born in most inds delight in the clap of hands •e the days when imagination is is a world in which nothing is ran can speak, and children will ut cavil because, freed from stery. n that its great dailies and its a desire to write poetry. They oach to their subject, and the c to mark indications of latent over another merit on the part ' suggest and support national i a study of the neeSs of New. rature is concerned says that he :herß that their pupils respond at of New Zealand's young writers, ig is best. I have seen so many that I think-that a gift in the soon. A sense of strain becomes ocity." Experience weighted his ng now may never continue and Mature, which strews many seeds ly have the will as well as the is Gloria Rawlinson, who has lge of womanhood. Her brave points her words. She, at least, ity falter and grow dumb, each

There's a whisper in the willow Where the winds sweep low And I must follow, follow, When the elf-horns blow. _ You cannot chain an elfling (Tour love is true, I know) But I must follow, follow When the elf-horns llow. All the common little things of life which Gloria can see from her window, and which we poor busy bustling mortals miss, are caught by Gloria and woven into beautiful patterns of verse. Not only does writing verse occupy the attention of the young authoress. Gloria is patrol leader of the post guides and has an exceptionally large quota of personal correspondence to attend to from day to day. She receives letters from well-wishers in all parts of the world and many famous people appear in her mail bag. Gloria is one of the few young.people to-day who can iiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiwniiiiiiiiiuiniiiniiiiinuHiiiiiimitiiiMiiiwiaiiiiiiiuiij

laugh at obstacles and overcome them. She has a wonderfully bright and happy outlook on life, and I wanted to stay longer when interviewing Gloria for the readers of this page, but Freddy the cat turned hia head around wearily and slowly stretched his delicate jaws into one of the longest and widest yawns possible. Gloria scolded him for his bad manners, but Freddy was bored with our conversation —a talk about pigeon pie would have been more in Freddy's linel