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Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 250, 18 July 1931, Page 21

Dear Boys and Girls, It’s such a sunny, blue day. Old Man Southerly has gone off again—but this time he wore one of the first white jonquils in his buttonhole, which means that one of these days, when he comes back in a blustery mood, he’ll find the Spring Sprites here,'waiting to tweak his tangled beard, and to laugh at him. Then, you won’t have to wear woolly gloves to keep your fingers warm. We can sympathise with the “ten little kittens who lost their mittens” these July mornings, can’t we? and we’ve all discovered how easily gloves can lose themselves. For boys of the Middle Ages, whose gloves were richly embroidered, perhaps studded with precious stones, losing a pair would be ho slight matter, would it? The- knights of old went into battle in gloves made of jointed steel plates and threw down the mailed gauntlet when they wished to challenge a foe to' combat. Then again, another glove comes into the story—- . Silken and scented and softly white, It lay next the heart of a gallant knight. . ” —his lady’s glove, and he would give up his life rather than betray her trust in him. How very different is the school glove that often lies upon the cloakroom floor, tattered and torn, its edges afray. “I’ve dropped my gloves,” says the superstitious one. “Pick them up and you will have a pleasant surprise.” Then ,no bad luck will come to the owner. So you see, gloves were thought of so long ago, that they deserve to be treated lovingly. Remember that when you tuck your fingers into them. —KIWI.