SOMETHING TO DRAW.
.Here's an easy and very jo'iy way of drawing thing?. . ; at least a turtle and a. rooster '■*■■:■:.': and getting them to look fairly right. ' You :gustHiavo to uopy the out!in6 -No.'!, rind 3 tlieH,;;as' you see", add the simple lines that niakty it come alivo. Perhaps when you've managed this you could make your own "drawing lessoiis." ' The thing is, of course, to be able to see the important' line 3 that go to the making of an object and not all the detail. ••'■-Afterall, it's how the very greatest-artists have had to/; begin. - You- try it.
went to the' manager.
'•Please, I will ..bring my kitten Pounce, here; and I'll look after her, I promise," she said timidly. "He's a splendid mouscr." ' ' I \ ::; - ■ •"Oh, will you' really?" said this man-, ager, who was- stilHtioidughly depressed and upset;'-^Do;" 1::""':'-:"' 02,"""-' ': The next day Troddles-'api'veia punctually, bearing a: small'riotous thing all grey fur. ' ..... It wasn't a bit easy at first. Pounce flow all over the shop, bolted in and out of cupboards, got under the majiagei 's foot, tried to run out of the door when it «"fls opened, wouldn't come wlici) called. But Pounce srttled down,,and there v\uic dead bodies o± mice very 1 neatly icH near the Natural Histoiy, countw in most mornings. The manager smiled again, Miss Bell beamed on Troddles the schoolgnJ. cmfiry the sclioolgorl. Then came the dioadful day when Pounce was lost. "Run out, ot course! You can't help it with that big swinging dooi," groaned Miss Bell. Gallant little Pounce! The whole scaff loved him; even the dull-ejed lift boy was bothered. If he should starve, that was what Troddles worried about, going homo sadly tWe second night to her home.
The third day of Pounce's disappearance in marched a customer and actually inquired for a book oil cats. Troddlos was obliged to descend to fetch it from the stock room, the big warren of shelves and passages whero Mr. Gale, the manager of this wonderful department, was always able to go at once to the right book.
"Book about cats. Seldom asked for," lie commented. ""Found" your little kitten yet? What a pityl. But here, I say! Wait a minute. Como here and look, miss!" - -t
And when Tioddles bent down and peeped into a narrow shelf, there, on the top ol the book about cats which tlie customei was pxpeetmg upstairs, laj a ijny gioy ioim flapped in peaceful slumber. It wag Poun«e, sleeping snugly on the bookl •
Too happy for words, Tioddles choked. She went upstaus with the cat boo 4 uuder one aim and Pounce under the othei.
And when the holidays were over Pounce, went back to live at home with Tioddles; his work wag done. He had banished cveiy single mouse-' fiom the old boolv shop.
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Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 56, 9 March 1929, Page 15
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471SOMETHING TO DRAW. Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 56, 9 March 1929, Page 15
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