A FESTIVE APPEARANCE

Press, Volume LXXXVI, Issue 26261, 4 November 1950, Page 6

A FESTIVE APPEARANCE

[By WHIM-WHAM} Around Catkiedral Square The Lights hang Everywhere, The Effect’s quite pretty— Isn’t it. City? And wouldn’t the Pilgrims stare! The Streets are frightfully gay. There are Banners along the Way; The Effect is fine, Like Shirts on a Line— And What would the Pilgrims say? The Buildings get their Gilt From Floodlights lavishly spilt: There’s One that’s fit To be seen, when lit— The One that the Pilgrims built! Centennial Toms and Dicks Can’t celebrate after Six, Guzzling glum On an empty Turn— What Hours did the Pilgrims fix? But why should a Bard cry Shame When the Big Show turns out tame? And What would a Few Poor Pilgrims do?— Probably Much the Same! ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS. The cold snap on Monday night which caused lambing losses in some areas of South Canterbury also affected poultrykeepers.—News item. My pretty Lambs! O cruel Storm! But searching where the Snow lay deeper I stumbled on the frozen Form Of Mr Perch, the Poultry-keeper. Ochone! Ochone! Sorrowiul Day! The widowed Hens refuse to lay! [Exit, brooding sadly.]