The Ghost Walks!

Auckland Star, Volume LXIX, Issue LXIX, 21 September 1938, Page 22

The Ghost Walks!

This U the most exciting game of all. hilt it is not for nervous persons. Here you have the perfect opportunity to display till till' ••-ll<»\vliiail«lii|i-" you' possess. iiii(l yon sl,,»ul<] jij,,, ilt Mli ,!<;„„. 11»i-; the ■"liit" of the fveiiinjr. Wlwn tin- j-.ij.st. arrlvi.. tho room >li<Milil !>e very dim. Anailffe ili<> i-li;iirs in ;i -ciiii-riivl,. to f,,,.,. it SllM |l ~li,t. '"•"in or -1 ;i l:«> s(,i li-ttince jiw.iy. After I'veiyone i< wtilcil, the lights uv,-e\tinniii-»|ietl. .-inil a vvliiti'-robcd figure »p|«'iirs. li,,|,li ;i ,- ;l iM-iientiriiw' i" 1 "' i'i ""ill ;> t'ii.-hioii us to throw the liL-lit into liis flier, lie bikes his position in the ini.l.lle of the s!^ P , and l,e<rins >|>e;ikinii in ti m piileliiiiiil voice, the lines « hieli iippeur l>i ; ( >w.

'I he "••host" it>u-t reniemher to pause lolly enough ;,..|weeri verses to allow his ii~.i-ti.lit to pt,-s eeiti.ii. ol.jests ..foillld I lie rooiii-. ii,r there is „ ~r i ,.,. llt t | l( > <M(I of lliis <ii,uw for the one who ene.ssi.j, them r.>irectl\: — I lie truth it ,s. and not a myth. I liat niic." t here li\ c<l ji man nanie<l Smith. And it IxMame his painful )<,t, I'o ho niliiili-r.'.l <iiiite near this spot. ( Mlood-ciir.llin.r groans neiotniiiUiV this jolly little s|.,<eeli:) We now will p i: >s out his remains. Vim I'nst will harnlle poor Smith's hrains. ( I'he u),,,..t - s juisses around pieces of moist sponge). The head oixe eiuwiietl with locks so fair. Is low. now here comes Smith's soft hair. (Fur.) Sweet inn—i<• Smith one** loved to hear. It fell upon his gentle ear. (Dried peaches.) When Smith would smile sit hovs and Kills. Hi< teeth out like whitest pearls. (Kernels of dried corn.) And now th>- next you'll hold is true. We pass his windpipe out to you. (I'lHMit. colli boiled macaroni.) The next you soon will understand, ts simply poor Smiths cold i ijjht hand.

(Kid g|o\c r.tuffed with wet sand.) Smith')* vision once was keen and wise You'll know it when you touch his eyes (Skinned unipes.)

His vertebrae, once needed much, \tm now shall have within your touch. thmui'j 1 "' "1**»1" strung 'on strong Now harken whilst 'midst dreadful ■;roans, Voii'll bear the clank of poor Smith's bones. (Sound of moaninjr, and the rattle of chains.) After this the lifhts are turned on. the -nests jsriven pencil and paper. I hey are ;I ske,l to write down the names of the various (bjeets that have been passed round. ,uul the one with the most (■firrert list is {riven a small prize.