The Recipe

Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 202, 23 May 1936, Page 25

The Recipe

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I’ve put half a cup of stones, Two tablespoons of mud. A nice big tin of dandelions. And still it’s a dud. I’ll add a pint of water. A <np of tiny leaves, A lovely little rosebud, A picture of some trees. Oh. I’ll put it in the oven. And bake it till it’s brown, \nd then I’ll eat it. If it will go down. —Lucy Locket (9). Lastbourne. On the Farm Once 1 went on a farm, Where they’d got a baby Who’d never got into harm, But perhaps it may be. She did when I had gone. They had got other things. Like cats, dogs, cows and sheep. And lots of fowls with rings. And clover in a heap. On which I used to play. At last I had to go, And leave all these nice things. And as I tied my bow, 1 felt like leaving kings. And then I said goodbye. —Original by Beach Elf (8). A Visit to Sweet-Land ‘■Don't you think that it would be nice to go to a land where there, are thousands of sweetw for everyone to eat, and the shops, houses. and everything were made of chocolates?” said Molly to Rosy. "O-o-ob. and even snow was ice cream and rain lemonade—how lovely/’ exclaimed Rosy. "Look, here comes the postman, ami a tetter for us both.. Von read it.” The letter said Dear Molly and Rosy: I heard you say that you would like to come to Sweet-Land. I will tell you how to come. Take a rosebud, and rub it nine times with an ice cream cone. Then you must stamp on it nine times, and you will find yourselves there. With love, Gingerbread Doll. The spell was easily worked and the twins found themselves in a small town. What a sight lay before them. There were shops made of peppermint rock, ami buildings of hard toffee. In the houses the taps gave lemon and orange drinks. There were chocolates and ice creams for breakfast, ginger bread, apples and blackballs for dinner, ami anything you liked for tea. The twins walked into a building to ask for chocolate cake and the man gave them ice cream. Next they walked into the country ami here everything was made of sweets. They ate an eighth of the roof from a small house, and wore beginning to feel queer when the Gingerbread Doll drove up in his nut-toffee car. “How dare you eat my house!’’ he cried. "You shall go home at once!” “It was just as well, for we would have, been terribly ill.” said Rosy, when they were home. And Molly agreed. —Original by Lucky Locket (9), < Eastbourne.