THE FAIRY RING

Evening Post, Volume CXX, Issue 144, 14 December 1935, Page 24

THE FAIRY RING

"STILLED VOICES." Two little birds in a cage, my dear, Chirping the livelong day, Twitting and flitting, Cooing and wooing, Every gladsome day. One little bird in a cage, my dear, Singing a lonesome lay. Reproachful and plaintive, Fluttering and. fearsome, For the mate, who has flown away. One little rusty cage, my dear In the attic, thrown away, Two little mounds of earth, my dear, Bathed in the morning grey, Forgotten, unheeded, Their graves aren't weeded, Just two little birds once gay. "LONESOME" (15).: ■*■■; ■.- City."' ■ ■ .

ELVES-OF-THE-RING::. ; ': '-,' ' '^ . There's such an exciting, unexpected sort of feeling about ■■ coming to the Ring ihese mornings 'cause there's almost always interesting parcels waiting on the doorstep or dangling from the handle. Scrapbooks, storybooks,- and toys are still appearing and long since we've spread ourselves right out of the gift cupboard on to tables and shelves, too. We shall have to hire a special Santa Claus of our own. A very big "thank you" to: every elf who has planned a scrapbook or a parcel of treasures for someone who is not so fortunate . . . and for mysterious parcels marked "Fairiel." . Are you all in the thick of Christmas conspiracies? Most houses are simply whispering with them. Mary! tells Mother, in strictest confidence of course, what she's hidden in the righf-hand corner of the third drawer for Little Brother and Little Brother asks Mother what she would choose for a very nice lady, just about as^ old as herself, if she had exactly one and sevenpence ha'penny. It's all so exciting . . .unless you're a Small Scatlerbrain and leave choosing till Christmas Eve. Then it is often disastrous. Now Printer Man is waiting to discuss that very important question, our special Christinas Page, so it must be good-bye, my elves, till next week. FAIRIEL. *

THE MYSTERIOUS SONGSTER. v (Original^ Outside was mystic, quiet, still. Shadows were weird and lone, . The ■' softness >\ of'the summer .•■ ' night-: ;\ • '■■'"' ~;/-v,,;;- • Was broken by a'song.■ ' ' 1?- .• '- The treetops with their ghostly '. ■ 'arms,':' :.' ' ■:"■„ ■ ■ .'.' '■ The mystic things of? jriight, Seemed hushed. The stranger bent his head, ,f' In.pleased yet awed delight. The night was filled with liquid i notes, ..■•■ Rising clear as a bell. ■'. Dying, swelling in ecstasy, They sweetly rose and fell. Then gradually they died away. The" stranger 'gently sighed, As out upon a nearby hill A noisy woodhen cried. . . "RIbER ROY" (15). Porirua. N •