More Fairy Tales

Southland Times, Issue 20526, 30 June 1928, Page 23 (Supplement)

More Fairy Tales

•—Highly Commended — RED RIDING HOOD. Red Riding Hood with her mother lived. In a house at the edge of a wood,. And through that wood on the other side, Lived her Grandmother, kind and good. “Red Riding Hood,” said her mother one day, “Take this cake to Grandmother dear, Don’t talk to anyone on the way, Hurry on, and have no fear.” So off with the basket on her arm, Through the beautiful forest walk, She hurried, and, near her Grannie’s cot, A wolf engaged her in talk. Enquiring the way to the old lady’s home, He strolled off, soon quickening his pace, And Red Riding Hood hurrying on her way, Soon spied the dear old place. She pulled the bell and then walked in, Her grandmother sick in bed lay, ‘ I’ve brought butter and cake for you, Granny dear, I’ll hurry and put them away.” She looked surprised, as she neared the bed, For the old lady surely had changed, Her eyes were so big and her ears so long, Her mouth so large and strange. “Oh Grandma, what big teeth you have?” She said as she stroked the loved head, “The better to eat with,” the old wolf cried, And quickly sprang out of bed, The little girl screamed and the woodmen nearby, Ran quickly into the cot, And with axes lifted heavy and sure, The wolf was killed on the spot. —2 marks to Cousin Isa Robertson (13) 110 Chelmsford Street, North Invercargill. —Highly Commended— CINDERELLA. Beautiful was Cindrella, Dark-eyed, lovely, sweet and tall; And her tresses touched with auburn: Russet like the leaves that fall. Her cold sisters, haughty, ugly, Treated Cinders like a slave. Though their jealousy was cruel, Never an angry word she gave. At the looking-glass all morning, They, preparing for the ball; Used the powder all unsparing, Heeding not to Cinder’s call. Off they hurried in a carriage, Leaving Cinderella there. Sewing dresses by the fireside, Humming with a gloomy air. Suddenly, in front of Cinders, Stood a lady with long hair, Cinder threw her arms about her— Kissed her hands as she stood there. “Oh Godmother! My Godmother! Take me with you, will you? do! I am sad and so unhappy Many troubles I’ve passed through.” “I will help you,” said the lady. “Lift you to a place of honour.” Saying so she touched her rags, And put a lovely dress upon her. As she viewed the costly robing , Cindrella danced with joy; Thanked her godmother warmly, As a child for a toy. When the coach and six were ready, Cinderella, joyful glad, Stepping in her small glass slippers, Sat down on a cushiony pad. When her godmother had vanished, Hur, the coachman, whipped the steeds. Up the country roads they galloped,. Past the green and fertile fields. Cinderella, filled with gladness, As the hall loomed into sight, More so as the Prince there met her: Sweetly helped her to alight. Lured by beauty the bold Prince had Dashing dances all with she. As her jealous sisters wondered, Who the lovely girl might be. Cinderella just remembered As the twelfth hour loudly struck, That she must be home by midnight “Oh,” thought Cinders, “what ill-luck.” As she scampered down the stone steps, Off there slipped one dainty shoe. But Cinders was in all her tatters As the door-w’ay she chme through. On the morrow Prince Alberion, Found the glass shoe, small and sweet. And he vowed that he would marry Her who wore it on her feet. Through the country at each cottage, Every maiden tried it on. It would fit none, till deeparing, Cinders house he came upon.

The two sisters, both as eager— To become a Prince’s wife, Squeezed their feet in needless hurry, Even cut them with a knife. But in vain was all their trouble, And he was about to go. When poor Cinderella entered With a dress she had to sew. “Ah,” said Prince Alberion, smiling “Who is,this sweet maid I see? Try the shoes on. They may fit you, For your feet are small,” said he. Ne’er a shoe fit was so perfect, As the glass shoes Cinder wore. Never Prince that was so happy, As he took her through the door. Soon the suited pair were married, And dear Cinders’ joys begun. Cinderella’s life of gloom was Now illumined by the eun. —2 marks to Cousin Annie Williamson, (13) P. O. Box 60, Balclutha. —Highly Commended— RED RIDING HOOD. In a little white cottage Inside a deep wood There lived a sweet girlie Called Red Riding Hood. Of course everyone loved This good little maid And of all the wild beasts She felt not afraid. One day her Ma sent her With butter and bread To take to her Grandma Who lay sick in bed. As she skipped along gaily, Just who should she meet But an old wolf who thought That she looked good to cat. “Good morning Red Riding Hood Whither away?” “I’m off to see Grandma This bright summer’s day.” “Oh then let’s have a race, For that’s where I’m bound, You keep on through the wood, And I’ll go right round.” Soon this bad wicked fellow Reached poor Granny’s door He leaped on her bed Granny soon was no more. When Red Riding Hood came She said with surprise “Oh how sharp are your teeth How large are your eyes.” Just when Brer Wolf was jumping Upon the girl’s head, A brave huntsman ehot him Down he fell quite dead. —2 marks to Cousin May Heath (11) Dunrobin (via Heriot.) —Commended— RED RIDING HOOD. As I was walking through the wood, Who should I see but Red Riding Hood. She carried a basket on her arm With jam, butter and cakes, fresh from the farm. The woodman, she had just passed by Had told her that a wolf was nigh. Gathering flowers from round about Mr. Wolf soon sought her out. Good-morning Miss, he glibly said, “May I carry your basket for you instead It looks so heavy, do let me try.” “Oh no Mr Wolf, see, the woodmen are nigh.” The sly old wolf on hearing where The little maid was going, Excused himself and bid her Adieu, Said to himself, “PH be there first this morning.” So off he ran as fast as he could, While little Red Riding Hood was etill in the wood. He got to granny’s and found her in bed Soon gobbled her up and dressed in her stead. ’Twas not very long before Red Riding Hood arrived. She lifted the latch and walked inside. The greedy old wolf made one spring from the bed. But the woodman’s sharp axe soon laid him quite dead. —1 mark to Cousin Daphne Woodward 19 Catherine Street, North Invercargill. —Commended— DICK WHITTINGTON. Dick Whittington Who had a cat, Was always known by his little red cap, He walked away to London town. To try and earn a needy brown. He sat upon a stone to rest The chimes of London did their best To give him hope And help him on To reach that great big London town. The town had such a plague of rats, But no one knew of Dick’s pussy cat, Till the King offered all he possessed, To the one who could rid him of the horrid little pests. So Dick’s fortune was made When his cat made the raid And the bells chimed out, Lord Mayor of

—1 mark- to Cousin Daphne Woodward, (12) 19 Catherine Street, North Invercargill.