Blue-Bird's Corner.

Hutt News, Volume 12, Issue 17, 21 September 1938, Page 8

Blue-Bird's Corner.

Dear Boys and Girls, A day or so ago I knocked at the door of Coralee's caravan. The day was so gloriously fine that I really expected to find the door locked and a little note in tho window to say, "Returning at sundown," but Coralee was so engrossed in her reading - that she had forgotten the Great Outdoors. "What could hold you inside on such a beautiful day?" I asked.

"I have "been reading of" a man who collects all kinds of miniature objects—Jules Charbreau is his name—listen to what he has iin his possession. A picture frame that is made from a Lincoln penny, and inside this frame is a photograph of himself taken with the shiallest camera in the world. Also in his pocket he keeps the world's smallest pistol, which he obtained from Australia, and although it is not two inches long, it shoots real bullets. Then he 'has eleven of the smallest knives; they have wooden handles and blades that open and close and they all fit into a cherry pip!" "1 wonder if they cut, though?' asked Molly, who is very practical.

'And listen to this!" continued Coralee, excitedly; "there another knife three quarters of an inch long; it was made in China two hundred years ago and has twenty-four blades, and this will interest you, Rollo, he has some things which really work, despite their smallness —an electric motor, a clock and a tiny organ on the lid of which a beautifully plumaged little bird sits and when a button is pressed he sings—even his little throat moves as he trills and the mechanism is claimed to be perfect." "Oh, do come out in the sun," said Merlin. '' There's a patch of four-leafed clovers somewhere down by the stream. 1 want to find it and send the leaves to several people as tokens of encouragement. They are using their talents so well." "Oh, just a minute till I tell you about these other treasures," said Coralee. "Can you imagine an Indian basket made with twenty-three stitches, but not large enough to hold a drop of water? Or thirty-six carved ivory elephants so small that they could be packed in a seed the size of a pea? Once three of them were lost in a 'jungle' of the pile of a Persian rug!" "Just look at that good sunshine we are wasting!" said Rollo impatiently. "I'm off to lose myself in New Zealand 'jungle" and to search there for tiny living things. Come along, Coralee, come along everyone!" So the caravan was closed and we went out in search of little treasures of Nature. We came to a brook where we raced sticks and daisies —the daisies reached the finishing point first—and it was Molly who discovered the patch of four leafed clovers. Boys and girls, we must be more sure than ever to broadcast our "Peace thoughts" every day at noon! Try and remember, won't you? Happy days, BLUEBIRD.

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