Spring PAGE

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 74, 24 September 1938, Page 24

Spring PAGE

The air is like a butterfly, With frail, blue wings, The happy earth looks at the sky, And singe. — Joyce Kilmer.

Ring People: No other season but Spring could have set so many pens and pencils working. Postie was weighed down beneath his mailbag of pictures and stories. We asked him to stay while he found his breath again, so he shared the fun of opening packages. Best of all he. liked the pictures he discovered. "Why, Fairiel," he said. "I'm sure I know the cherry'tree in this sketch. It spreads above a brick wall in the Botanical Gardens. It's going to be a mass of blossom soon . . . and the two - children in this picture . . . I'm sure I saw them one day this week looking for four-leafed clovers on a green bank. And," said Postie thoughtfully, closing one eye, "1 don't say I have . . . but I may have seen 'Gillyflower's 9 daffodil maidens dancing on a grassy hillside not far away." Don't you long to colour those dainty, tip-toed dancers? We tried — Letterbox Elf, Printer Man, Postie, and I — to find room for every Spring* story, poem, and drawing tonight, but still they keep arriving at the Ring, and the only solution to the problem is another Spring Page, next Saturday. ,% Letterbox Elf has fust dashed in looking very alarmed. "Down in the street I heard somebody say, 'Summer Time begins tomorrow,* "he gasped. "We're just in time with Spring Page." "Summer Time . . . only for clocks," interrupted Calendar-on-the-Wall disdainfully. "Saturday is the first day of Spring. 3* Summer Time, that lengthens the day so magically, will begin tomorrow, pixie people, and it brings picnic-time, *and swimmingtime, and real summer-time so much nearer. • . Letterbox Elf and I send our love and thanks to all who helped to make our Spring Page and all who read it tonight. FAIRIEL.