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Puzzledom

Riddle Me Ree. My first is in sheet, but not in pillow, My second is in wave, but not in billow, My third is in grape, but not in stone, My fourth is in muscle, but not in bone. Mv fifth is in hide, but not in leather. My sixth is in hogget, but not in wether, My seventh is in branch, but not in tree. My whole is an animal that lives in the sea!

Burled Sea-Birds,

The watkikiet paddies its little red feet, The dainty rent dives for its prey. The galsule cracks mussels and limpets to

eat. As the taneng wings past on its way. The gepunin is a figure of fun, The tralasosb roams far and wide. The hunted ghns must beware of a gun, And the renoh stays by the seaside.

What Am 1? My first is in high, but not in low. Mv second's in stay, but not in go, My third is in peach, and also in plum. My fourth is in happy, but not in glum, My fifth is in wide, but not in long. My sixth is in tune, and also in song, My seventh is in pencil (but) and also in

pen, My eighth is in Sam. but not in Ben. My nines is in Spring, but not in fall. My whole is sought by one and all. —Lilac Lady, Eketahuna.

LAST WEEK’S ANSWERS. Itiddle-me-ree: Pineapple. Hidden Rivers: Nile, Amazon, Seine, Thames. Word Square: Rome Oval Mail Ella.

ENCHANTMENT I see them coming—the wee ■folk, ’Mid the dark and the dusk and the soft grey light; Oh! the. world’s so cold and the world’s 80 8* Hl, With the fairy-folk creeping from over the hill, Oh! it’s queer in the world to-night. They search my face with their great cold eyes, I hear their whisperings, strange and low; Oh! eerie and sweet are the things they say, They clutch at my heartstrings—they draw me away, And, oh! I am fain to go. Perchance, perchance you will find one here, , But. oh! you will read in my days dull grey How one strange night, when the world was still, My soul slipped out o’er the silent hill, Cloaked in the shadows . ■ ■ away. —Marion Hogg (15), Johnsonville.

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Bibliographic details

Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 196, 16 May 1936, Page 27

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Puzzledom Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 196, 16 May 1936, Page 27

Puzzledom Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 196, 16 May 1936, Page 27