"BULL"
"My cat's name is Bill, ana he is very foad of me. Every morning at 6 o'clock he meows at the back door to be let in. When he comes inside, if the passage door is shut, he will meow to Dad or Mum to open it, so that he can come and see me. There is no peace until this door is opened; ajd through he comes, meowing, into my room. Sometimes I'get under the bedclothes, and you should hear his concert when he can't see me. All of a sudden I pop up, and then he starts to purr. After, when he has made quite sure I am here, he'll have his drink of milk, which has been awaiting him since he ran into m" bedroom." "SUNLIGHT." Levin.
jumped down a_nd was caught in the arms of the little girl. She had thought her pet was lost, and he was carried home snuggling cosily down on the glove. Months went by, and on& day Micky heard a roaring and tramping outside his cage. He felt very afraid when his cage was pushed over and the door flew open. A very frightened wee "possum ran up a nearby tree and looked to see the cause of the disaster, and there stood a big bull. When darkenss came Micky discovered he was really free. He scampered off to the orchard, then into the garden, and at last he found a new home in a cabbage tree with a lovely bushy top. He slept all day and visited the vegetable garden and the orchard at night, and when all the apples were picked and stored away, he helped himself from the boxes, but he was never caught. Sometimes at night he would go to the house to see his little mistress while she slept. Then one night Micky discovered that another 'possum was in his domain. They came face to face in the apple orchard. "Wee 'Possum," said a voice ho remembered, and ho swung round. "Mother!" he said. ' They talked all that night, and he showed Little Grey 'Possum all hia favourite haunts and his little mistress, and at dawn he took her home to his cabbage tree. So now Mickj' 'Possum and Little Grey 'Possum sleep side by side in the cabbage tree, and play together at night, but Micky never forgets his kind little mistress, and some day ho may decide to go back to his cage. Who knows! "SUNSET" (11). Cartertoa,
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"DAWN AND DUSK." When daisies walce To strew the lawns With Btarry trails At summer dawns. Then would I be A singing thrush, Deep hidden In A lilac bush. When fairies dance Like drifting leaves Across the downs On summer eves, Ohl then a brown owl I would be, That I mlcht watch Their revelry. Sent In by "JOAN OF ARC" (13). Brooklyn. "TWO LITTLE CLOUDS." Two little clouds One summer day Went flying through the sky; They went so fast They bumped their heads. And both began to cry. I Sent In by . . . | "BUNTIP" (9). Eastbourne. "A MOONLIGHT EVENING." (Original.) The sun llko a blazing ball. Is gradually fading away. And the moon, though pale and small. Is wending her glittering way. The sky is spangled, with stars That shine with a silver gleam, And the silver trout are shimmering bright. As they swim in the silver stream. ■ "FLOWER JEWEL" (12). Island Bay.
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Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 124, 21 November 1931, Page 18
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