FOR YOUR SCRAPBOOK

Auckland Star, Volume LXXI, Issue 237, 5 October 1940, Page 2 (Supplement)

FOR YOUR SCRAPBOOK

ALWAYS THE BIRDS. "MUSIC HATH CHARMS."

New Zealand, New Zedland! Its bushland is ringing, With sweetest of songs thdt htr bellbird is singing; Throughout the gay springtime, sweet melodies trilling. Among the bright shrilMg and thrilling. As swinging from cUtbdlis btds&bhis a-winding. The tui is whistling d sold While finding The rich golden necittf iri flowers a-ringing. And chanting "It's ipiriftgtitrie, jti&i hear the birds singing: ' Shining through every fori# hotir of sore sadness. The birds of New Zealand art winging in gladness. Oli, war has its sorrows arid dearer than Words, t There comes the exultant joy of the birds. —By Daisy Ah Chan. STRANGE KNIVES. (From Maisie Halliday, 16&. Bank iltreet; Whangarei, age it.) The famous Norfolk sportsman's tenife with 75 blades was inside in Sheffield and coat £920.

An Eskimo knife is made of \vhal<' or other bone and is put to <tll uses, from cutting up nieat to sfcrapim the' bottoms of sledges.

The only way to get through th!> dense Malayan jungles ifi to out a patli through the undergrowth. Tiife Malays do this with a surprising speed with a large chopping knife.

Until the 15th century therfe were n<i table knives in Britain. The diner out up his food with his dagger and fed himself with his fingers.

(By Elliih Taylor. Rugby Road. Birkenhead.) The soft lilting tune of the "BHt<» Daiiubfe Waltz" brings an imaginary picture of the Danube to my mind. It is in one of its most pie-asant moods, at twilight, wheti tlie lliliridrtim of the day is over and the small village is being gently enfolded in the misty closik of night. I can hear the gentle soothing rhythm of th§ wavelets lapping the. mosey biiikS, while how aim again a veiitut&sbrtifc fisli tilths a dip lh the water. Fttiih atfrdy among the trees cdhies tlli; Solitary hoot Of an owl as He t*aite for 6oiliplete thtikness. Thferi the. echo onfce again breaking the stillness. Gradhftljy the inusit swells louder &fs a breezb ftjirlhgs up, wafting along thfe, sweet fragrance of fresh grigs. THeh it fades awity tb a soft ttiellbw tone; all is calm atid peacfefiii again, jtiid tlie. hlue 1 Jaillibt* resumes its gehtie laj), lap, upon tiie leaf-fringe<l shoreS. TfeASERS. (By Bitty Gdodihan. R.D.. PStumahoe, age 15.) What lias a .cover and leaves inside it? A book. What goes to bed with its shoes on ? A horse. hat lias a head, a body, but no legs □r arms ? A ifiatCli.

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Each. Week tte re&fve a fine batch ,©/ competition entries froni the standard 6 jfiti'pils bf ink Wkllesley Street School. 'All are well set dlii, aiitt s&ttit are pariiciitttrli) ibell done. An exarhplt of their best work is jg ivufi Ifi Jhi illustration tibbitei <&Juch is U reproduction of the entry by fourtleeh-tfiiiir-tiid Tyrorii H&HsbH. Othliir exceptionally fihe work has been received frbiii olher members bf ihis fathily, as fitell as Flora McDonald aHd JLawreiice aria Raymond Sang.