THE BOOKMAN AND THE BEE

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 233, 14 September 1934, Page 13

THE BOOKMAN AND THE BEE

Professor Radium smelt a ruse He didn't sec tho bee— That insect stung hnu ou the nose, It swelled as thick us three. hi great affright the wretched wight, The iujured member cuddled tight, And groaned right piteously. "Things arc not what they sociu." ho cried, "Such danger even rests hide. Children! beware the bee.” Dear Kiwis, —In a little while, I expecting all the holiday page entries to come tumbling and scrambling into the office, and so, before their advent, aud while quiet still reigns. 1 must write this week's letter to you. Uith the arrival of holiday essays the” atmosphere will be charged with bright happenings, a little demoralising, perhaps, to a Chief Kiwi trying to write a letter. Every holiday brings interesting experiences. You may not have made extensive journeys, but even a day trip often provides au adventure, an incident, or a pleasure worth recording, so 1 look forward to an interesting time when I open the envelopes containing accounts of the past two or three weeks. One or two ot these essays reached me last week, and 1 have them on file, waiting to be published with those 1 receive today Such a wet, wintry day it is, too, as I write this, and I wonder where our friend Spring has hidden herself. I hopo that she has found a sheltered nook very close at hand, so that the moment the rain ceases she will be once more with us. dainty and smiling. Spring, so say poets and other folk who should know, is elusive, but I feel sure that my Kiwis are going to entice and capture her so that she will adorn our Spring page, entries for which, as I announced last week, close on Monday, 17th inst., at 4 pm. I should like an entry from each one of you,..please. This week’s letters show the result of holiday time—that is, they are practically non est, only about a dozen having come in. That, however, is what I expected, and it is going to make your holiday experiences all the more looked forward to. I am sorry, though, that in the few essays received, there was nothing to merit a prize. It still rains and rains, and I think of a quotation which I read in a recent copy of "The Weekly News’’: "Sunshine is delicious; rain is refreshing; wind braces us up; snow is exhilarating ; there is realty no such thing as bad weather—only different kinds of good weather.” So, methinks, dears, we shall all be well refreshed after to-day's rain. With my love. CHIEF KIWI.