THE EXPLORER IN A JUNGLE MAZE

Evening Post, Volume CXXIV, Issue 111, 6 November 1937, Page 20

THE EXPLORER IN A JUNGLE MAZE

TROPIC FAIMt*. (Original.)

The moon shone from an aiure iky ,

On a'scene of splendour gay, A Blade l>t: by the firefly lamps. Where the tropic fairies play. They danced upon the velvet turf Ail robed In colours bright. Above their h(»da the lovely flowers , rerfumtd the summer-night. Thflr bursts of silvery laughter Rung out acroaa the glade, And the stmlns of elfln music Floated from the palm-tree shade. They played until the night waa o'er And the golden dawn was nigh, Then flew away on sausy wings Acroaa the velvet ator. ••ICB MAIDEN" (15). KgahaurkngS>. ' * JACK FROST'S JOURNEY. (Original.) Said O'd Man Winter to Jack Frost "You must go ou' tonight to paint . The window* of the houaas With pictures- giy Mid brignt. So out Jack Frost ,h» quickly went And harnessed his relndwr three For • long, long Journey he had to g» f - . Across the land and sea. H« covered the North role with Ice, And sprinkled our land with snow. Then he hopped Into his sledg* again, For a long way he'd yet to go. So if you stay up lat* one night See If you etn s«« ._ . Jiek frost Byliif through the sky With his sladg* and NladHr thn«. . .. ."AMOB BMJI GOWK" (»).

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IN FAR-OFF OkilN/t

Away In .far-off China, . < '■ . > i< ' Working on the ground, ' Are lots of little boys tUsT-gMt Who pick tea leaves by. tie pm*. '. Tea Is much the favourite drink ' Met people all agren; ' - ' I think lemon in much ale«r. , From the lemon tree. ■ - these little Chinese children, Who work no hard In the sub, Although ao different from otifMWti, Doubtless have their fun. They worlc and play at dlffsrmt Hcsjsft . And content they ar» to be Little Oriental .children . . i Beyond the China Sea. 1 ■TADDT THE TTXW (H«. Lower Hutt. ' ' ' : . IF 1 WIRE A fIHOST. . . (Original.) If I were ».ghost, a housa ~ I w*ild chooet t6 haunt--A Vamshackl. pla«,drak, f«u«l----1U tenant amouie. Bl»rk hats I f*"1"1 »ther. O*» . I would ask to heM. ■ A witch-a black elnak I'd Us* To mtke »y bliet cowls. At night rusty chains I'd dank, Corridors I'd pace; . -. A hideous path I'd tract ■ In cellars, cold, dank. Ob Hallowe'en witches bad. Matte hrsMM &* rid*. .And don tit* bright v«ea dttldt— Thrn I would bt gUd. ' • ' * .... - - "Am" Mr , Island Bay.