From the Kiwi’s Nest

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, Issue 211, 20 August 1927, Page 11

From the Kiwi’s Nest

COMPETITIONS FOR OUR YOUNG FOLKS

KINDNESS.

“What is the real good?” I asked, in musing mood. “Order,' 1 said the law court, “Knowledge,” said the school, “Truth,” said the wise man, "Pleasure,” said the fool, "Love,” said the maiden, "Beauty,” said the page, "Freedom,” said the dreamer, “Home,” said the sage, "Fame,” said the soldier, ‘'Duty,” said the seer, Spake mv heart sadly, Then within my bosom This is what I heard: "Each heart has the secret, K'”dness is the word.”

LEITER FROM CHIEF KiWl. DEAR KIWIS,— a week or two ago you will remember reading Margaret Claughton’s essay on "Euver Paper, ami the suggestion contained tuerein that all Kiwis may like to help Canon Taylors praiseworthy object to raise funds tor sending little ill children into the country. As a result of Margaret's suggestion, 1 wrote to “Fainei,” who edits the "Fairy King” tor the Wellington "Post,” and who helps to collect silver paper, and takes a delight in seeing the colour return to the little white faces- Her reply is published below, and after reading it, 1 know that every one of you will take an eager joy in saving every little scrap of silver paper—that rolled round sweets, that which lines Daddy's or big brother's cigarette packets, and in tact, every teeny bit of shining silver paper which you can possibly muster. Those of you who would like to collect and send the paper yourselves, may address it either to “Fairol” or to Canon Taylor, whose addresses you may copy from "Fairiel's” letter. If you do this, you must be sure not to have your packages over-weight, and be sure that they are properly stamped. Some of you may prefer to send the paper to me, and I shall be more than pleased to receive any quantity of it, and forward it to Wellington. So, dears, let us all make a great' big effort, and make the “Kiwi” collection of silver paper a very substantial one. Doris Golding has already aent me two collections for which I am grateful. Now for "Fairiel’s” letter— Love to you all from, CHIEF KIWI. The "Evening Post,” Wellington. Dear Chief Kiwi, —We re all awfully glad you'd like to help. It does seem wonderful, doesn’t it, that just odd balls and fluttering bits of silver paper can do anything so splendid as buv fresh aid and sunshine for little ill people? Yet that’s what Canon Taylor makes it do. Every rear when the valleys between our hills become a heaven of sun and gorse scent, he sends children out to discover it—children who live mostly behind windows looking out on narrow streets, with a very frail notion of loveliness. They come back more than better. They have found cleanness and beauty—they come back with little sun-packed hearts and wind-blown minds and eyes so clear you can see the memories shining. They will not easily for-

Tao way me manage is this: My "Ring” people first send it to mein all sorts of ways—folded tight with letters, packed in boxes, rolled in balls that make most curious parcels. I roll it all and take it to Canon Taylor. He sends it—when it becomes enough—to England, where they roll it into sheets and use it all over again. It is the money they send to him in exchange that pays for the children’s holiday. When you have collected quite • bit you could post it in small packages either to me or to the Rev. Canon Taylor, 172 Taranaki street, Wellington. I think that is all, Chief Kiwi—except my love to you and all your nestlings, especially Margaret—and we thank you ever so much. FAIRIEL, And all the Fairy Pang.