CHILDREN’S CORNER

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7445, 20 May 1911, Page 11

CHILDREN’S CORNER

Dear Bars and Girls, — Some very pleasant plans are prepared for you in this corner of the "New Zealand Times.” In order to hear all about them, you need only write to ''Zealan-dia,” care of "New Zealand Times,” and say that you would like to join the "Blue Bird Club.” But I should like you to writ© as soon as possible, so that I may tell you of our plans for winter. Sonic of you like collecting, and some of you like sewing, some like a jolly good game out-of-doors, and some love to make smart clothes for their dolls, while some of you boys, again, axe fond of puzzles and competitions. Now all these things, and lots more, I think I can help you with, beside these delightfully novel plans that I mentioned before. unless you have tried it you have no idea how interesting and exciting it is to write to an unknown friend in a newspaper office, and make a nuifibor of unknown friends, "pen-and-ink friends” I call them, who also write to the paper and so form a "club.” Next Saturday you will find a little "coupon” on this page, and I want you to cut it out, and enclose it in your first letter to me, and then we shall start on the first of our plans for ulcasantly passing the long winter evenings. Of course you will ask mother’s leave before writing, but I do not think she will say "no-” N Down in the south, where I come from, X have a groat many "pen-and-ink friends,” though I have been away quite a long time now. I hope that soon I shall have some "pen-and-ink friends” in the north too. Only two things I must ask you to do: always put in your real name and address as well as your "penname,” and only write short letters. Your friend . —ZEALANDIA. FLETJR-DE-LYS. (By ''Gipsy Girl,” aged IX.) TO IRIS. Iris means remembrance. And lest wo forget, We must not let The Fleur-de-lys of France So wither to dust. And be downward thrust When the fairies come to dance. For they come, as you know, In the silver night— ThereV no need of a light. To fair gardens where grow Purple and white. Sweet to the eight, The Floux-de-lys in a row. The lilies they are so.fresh and fair, And the fairies* delight In the welcome eight 4 Is in finding the flowers just there. Quickly they pluck Iris’ for luck, Leaving the garden cold and bare. A THOUGHT FOR BOYS. "Think that day lost whose low descending sun. Views from thy hand no nohle action done/' "The manly part is' to do with might and main what you can do." —Emerson. A, THOUGHT FOR GIRLS. "Good, to forgive. Best, to forget.” —Browning. "Out grand business undoubtedly is not to eee what lies dimly in the distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.” —Carlyle.