SPRING SIGNS

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVI, Issue 8190, 3 August 1912, Page 13

SPRING SIGNS

The crocuses are nestling And waking one by one; They’re always earliest out of bed. Soon each will lift her pretty head To greet the morning sun. They send a message hack to those Who loiter by -the way. If yon will listen you may hear, “Come, hyacinth and daify, dear. And make tho garden gay. " ’Tis time that you were dressed in green. The bluebird’s on the wing, For when the hyacinth is up And daffy lifts her golden cup % The children know ’tis spring. ’ —Anna M. Pratt. THE HOME OF THE SWALLOW. "What little boy can tell me where the home of tho swallow is?” the teacher in. natural history asked. Long silence, then a hand waved. “Well. Bobbie, where is it?” “The home of the swallow is in the stummick." ASSERTING HER EIGHTS. A little city miss was visiting in the country, and strayed out into the field ono day where there were a few lambs. Exasperated by the incessant bleating of one of the lambs, she stamped her foot and said: "You can tell your ma-a and your pa-a and your fambily, I’ve got as much right here as you, and I’m going to stay—so there!” THE EASIEST WAT.

A mother was trying to impress upon her two small children her desire to train them to be good and made it very certain to tlieir minds tbat sn© felt tne task a grave one. Frances, aged three years, fully sympathising, said: "Oh, my gracious, muvver! don t try to make us good; just shoot ns.” CHESTERFIELD’S UNDERSTUDY. "WTiat dirty hands you have, Johnnie!” said his teacher. “What would you say if I came to school that way?” "I wouldn’t say nothin’,’ replied Johnnie. "I’d be too polite.”