From the Hub

Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 7269, 23 September 1933, Page 11

From the Hub

DEAR COGS, “Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.”

Did you know that this song lias an ■underlying meaning? I came across the following interesting statement the other day:—“The four-and-twenty ■blackbirds represent the twenty-four hours. The bottom of the pie is the world itself, whilst the top crust is the sky. The opening of the pie is the daydawn, when "the birds begin to sing.” The "King” is the sun, and the money (gold-pieces) he is counting are the sunbeams. The "Queen” is the moon and her “honey” the moonlight. The busy maid at work in her garden, before the sun has risen, is the faint light before the dawn, and the clothes she hangs out are the clouds. Finally, the bird that so painfully ends the maid’s song by snipping off her nose, is the sunset! And so wc have the whole day

in a ‘pie.”

Last Saturday I had a pleasant visit from Lavender Moon, who brought a whole boxful of contributions to our Treasure Chest —fragrant lavenderpixies, sachets, and knitted balls. I was so pleased and wish you could all have a peep at them. Later in the morning Monica and Violet came in, and brought a dear little knitted contribution. I have to thank Pop’s Oirl for two happy wee pixies in Ted and blue, sho sent, during the week. Our Treasure Chest is filling quickly with all your bright little gifts. Enzcd has Written a very nice instalment to our serial, and 1 know you will all enjoy it, We shall now ask April to continue—will you dc so, my dear? I hope you arc all finding your new term of school-work very interesting. Love from

Your friend. THE HUB Woodville Dear Hub, —No doubt you will be wondering where I have got to. I passed in my proficiency and T have left school. The Bulb Show which we had on September 15 turned out very successfully. The clays are getting longer and warmer. Summer- will soon bo here and swimming will be the craze. "Flowers are coming out and the fruit, trees are in bloom. 'Would you find some pen-friends in other countries for me, please. Hub? Well, as it is getting near bed-time, I must close with love to vou and all the Cogs.

Pussy Willow

Uncle Phil has noted your request. What do you think of school now you have left—would you like to be back?

LADY SPRING Laughing Spring is here again, Sweet, with showers of silver rain, Leaving violets as she passes Tiptoe through tho dewy grasses. Daffodils are golden bright, Snowdrops dream in drifting white, While the tui sings in praise, Of Springtime and her fragrant ways, Daphne dwells in scented places; Pansies, with their painted faces, Watch the Lady Spring dance by— Joyously the bell-birds cry. From the kowhai’s golden flame, Tuis call the magic name Of Spring, who brings tho daffodils, And all the silent jdaccs fills. —Original—Pussy Willow