THOSE TIRESOME SAMPLERS

Press, Volume LXXI, Issue 21536, 27 July 1935, Page 4 (Supplement)

THOSE TIRESOME SAMPLERS

ttt qSden times, a long, long time *t#k Iha children taed to alt inside on 11 ' day. 'Axtd at theitf tiresome pamplea» thsy would sew, §kad Sffoag. nearer go outabkto^lajr.

It seems to me they worked the ' whole day long, Tftey, never had a chance to playl at all, Ttey never» never stopped to sing ■ - ■ a song, Qif |lay rowdy games, Hie basketBLUEBELL Cashmere*

THE MELODY Life is like a tune firstly Of which we are scarcely aware, Then it's like a melody, Beautifully, pulsingly rare. Will the tune grow slower? When I grow a little older, Can there, will there ever bo? No tune, no melody. Marion Mr;". Willow Green Do you notice the spring feeling in the air? Just the other day I was looking at a willow tree and the buds seemed ready to burst. In the mornings, too, the birds seem to sing much more cheerfully. EDNA PARISH (aged 12), Temuka. Do You Know That The average person speaks about 12,000 words a day? A tiger is physically stronger than a lion? Glass was first used for windows in the reign of William II.? JOYCE JARDEN. TRY ONE OF THESE!

If you are 12 or over you may become a Shipmate if you wish and take a pen - name.

Here are a few suggested names for Shipmates. MARAMA. SOMA. BOOTHEBN CB08& AUBORA, OBION. , WAINBB, /

Yes f it is! Have you seen the yellow crocuses looking out of the grounds in the city squares? , UP SHE GOMES ! Little brown crocus bulb Said to herself "I'm getting tired Living here by myself." Then along came the rain And she soon grew bright, Her face peeped up Through the earth one night. Alyson Tisdall, R-.G. 3) Fendalton. THE BROWN BUNNY One still afternoon this week, at sunset, as I was going home from school, down the quiet country ro r Jd which leads through open field-, n our home, I hecrd a thrush sing hi: beautiful song of spring. There was something strangely sweet in it as he, looked from the

bare willow branch on which he sat. He seemed as if he were trying to tell me that, although the branches were bare, they would soon be a fairy-land of pale green leaf end yellow citkin. There sat, on the opposite side of the road, a small brown bunny who was busily engaged in washing his face with his two tiny front feet and it seemed to me as though the thrush's Song had inspired hira to have a "spring clean.' Valerie Barker, M.G., L.B.H. Aged 12, Xaiapoi. DAY BREAKS The dawn broke, and the sky showed soft colours of pink, grey, red, and faint green. It was very peaceful Not a sound disturbed the silence, till there came a rustle in the leaves, and as if in afright, tilt telours faded. Day had come. . £EA EOVEK, L.8.H., * * Xtfndhuisi