DON’T WORRY

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXVI, Issue 149, 9 June 1936, Page 11

DON’T WORRY

There are ups an downs on the work-a-day track, There are laughter and tears and wealth and lack; There are smiles and sighs, and sorrow and song, But the heart of a hero just travels along; So never get worried, whatever befall, Just—make the best of it all. And sometimes the path is a weedswept way, And sometimes we trudge on a sunless day; But flowers bloom out and the skies are blue On many a mile we are journeying through, >So never get worried, whatever befall; Just—make the best of it all. Don’t Jet drab things crowd the glad things out, There are plenty of joys to be merry about; The heart of a hero will light hope’s ember, No matter how black the way, remember! So. never get worried, whatever befall; Just—make the best of it all! —Lilian Gard. Dear Kiwis —We have become so accustomed to the daily appearance of aircraft, aud to reading of the wonderful journeys they make in all parts of the world, that it is difficult to imagine the feelings of the first person to see a sky traveller. A letter, printed in a Scotch newspaper in 1745 (191 years ago) and written by a clergyman, tells of his first sight of a balloon. He wrote: “At twelve o’clock to-day, agreeably to repeated advertisements, Mr Lunardi ascended in his balloon from Heriot s Gardens, Edinburgh. At twelve noon a guu was fired after a flag had been displayed from the castle when the process of filling the balloon began. At halfpast two it was completely inflated. The car was then affixed, and Mr Lunardi, having taken his seat, and the apparatus, ballast, etc., being properly adjusted, the balloon was carried into the middle of the gardens, and at precisely a quarter to three Mr Lunardi asceinded in a most grand and magnificent manner. Immediately on his rising Mr Lunardi, who stood up in the car, took off his hat and bowed, acknowledging the acclamations of the spectators. The beauty and grandeur of the spectacle could only bo exceeded by the cool and intrepid manner in which the adventurer conducted himself.] Indeed, he seemed infinitely more at his ease than did the spectators. The balloon was shaped like a great pear about 30 feet high and 20 broad, made of silk of different colours with a netting by which the car was attached. Thu car was decorated with pink silk •fringed with gold laee. Mr Lunardi was dressed in scarlet with blue facings. As the balloon drew near the earth and sailed along with a kind of awful grandeur and majesty the sight gave much pleasure to such of us as knew what it was, but terribly alarmed such as were unacquainted with the nature of this celestial vehicle, if I may be allowed such an expression.” And this is how the scarlet clad hero was received. “In a body the men attached themselves to him, aud he was received with acclamation by a prodigious multitude, his flag being carried in procession before him, and the church bells ringing in honour of such a visitant. After drinking a low glasses of wino at the Manse, and receiving tbe compliments of a body of ladies and gentlemen, he set off for Capar, where again ho was met by tbe ringing of bells, and the acclamations of thousands." This description makes us appear rather casual over the aircraft feats performed to-day, but if our air. heroes and heroines wore scarlet with blue facings, well! —- We welcome a new Kiwi, Pat Begley, of Nuhaka, and now I shall leave you to read all the interesting letters which I found in my mail bag. With my love — CHIEF KIWI. “Pale hoar frost glitters in shady slips, Where ferns are dipping their fingertips.’’ —Anne Glenny Wilson.