JOYFUL TIMES

Southland Times, Issue 22993, 12 September 1936, Page 23 (Supplement)

JOYFUL TIMES

—PRIZE— Up with the wind in the morning, Away with the rising sun, To walk for miles where the river smiles, And bathe where its waters run. Away and over the bush-clad land Where the gorse is gold and sweet, Where the wind sings shrill on the stony hili' And the ferns swish round our feet. • Oh! Joyful times on the sandy beach In the blue and rippling tide, At night the breeze and the whisp-ring seas In our camp by the ocean wide. Then snowflakes fall in the Winter, The warmth of the Summer gone; Where the hills rise high to the sparkling sky Our sleigh goes skimming on. Oh joyful times of childhood, Fond memories hidden deep, Such treasures rare from the days that were, Do our hearts so long to keep. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Isobel McKenzie M.A.C. (14), Dipton. —PRIZE— Gone the wintry snow and rain, Joyful times are here again, I am happy bright and gay, While the sun sliines all the day. Little lambs that frisk and play In the meadows, seem to say “What a merry life is ours In the time of blooming flowers.” Silver sun and singing rills, Golden gleam of daffodils, While the birds in rapture sing, Joyful times are ours in spring. Prize of 1/ -to Cousin May C. McLean (13), Clifden-Tuatapere R.D.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED.— Holidays have come again, joyful times are here, Kites are flying, children crying, gladness everywhere. Two long weeks of freedom, isn’t it all fun? To wander, laugh and squander, in the warm wild summer sun. We can roam about the garden, play beneath the apple tree, Climb the hill, explore the hill, and scamper o’er the lea, Oh, holidays are joyful times, abrim with fun and cheer, Abrim with jokes and laughter, and the best time of the year. —3 marks to Cousin Frances Gibbon A.C. (15), 44 Cranley street, Dunedin. —VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— In joyful times-there’s nothing but play, Everything's happy, and merry, and gay. When Mary, and Billy, and Rover and Joy, Run round the garden calling, “Ahoy!” The birds and crickets will chirp their song, When there's nothing in the wide world ever done wrong, And when Big Ben’s ready, his hour he chimes, But they’re all kept specially for the Joyful Times. The flowers shake their heads, and hold them in pride, And then wave them gently from side to side. And you can hear Mr Wind shaking the trees, But in Joyful Times there’s only a breeze. —3 marks to Cousin Celia Smith (14), Halfmoon Bay, Stewart Island. —VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Little Southlander’s Emblem, Is that of a Joyful Time, We all do what we can to help, Each time the clock does chime. Although we do enjoy ourselves, With laugh and shout and play, We're never really quite as gay As when we help someone. And when you are a member true, You’re always just the same, Your times are always joyful. When cousin joins your name. —3 marks to Cousin Mary Lobb A.C. (13), Box 28, Edendale. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oh, Joyful Times are here again, For Spring has come once more. She has dried the pattering raindrops, And made the snowflakes thaw. Even the flowers are happy, And nods, each little blue-bell, And dainty violets are blooming, In every garden and dell. —2 marks to Cousin Ngaire Head (12), Wireless Station, Awarua. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— I often think, as I grow grey, What joyful times I had at play Among the grass, beneath tall trees, My hair a-flopping in the breeze. But now I ponder gloomy books, With many sighs and wry-faced looks. I often think as I grow grey. What joyful times I had at play. —2 marks to Cousin Mona Bell (12), Lumsden.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— I wear wherever I go, A little badge that shines so Bright and gay at all the times, For it is an emblem of the Joyful Times. This badge so bright and gay, It only costs one shilling, by the way, So why not join and buy one, And you'll be glad when the deed is done. You’ll never regret it I assure you, And wear it and you’ll never know woe, It will help to keep a smile at all the times For it is the badge of the Joyful Times. —2 marks to Cousin Sydney Small (16), 22 Antrim street, Invercargill. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Playing with a puppy; Reading nursery rhymes; Digging in my garden; Those were joyful times. Running up the hillocks; Eating juicy limes; Romping in the meadow; Those were joyful times. —2 marks to Cousin Mona Bell (12), Lumsden. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oft’ when we are ill or sad, We long for joyful times, As pleasant visits to the shore, Or joyful hillsides climbs. Though these joys come but once a while. Yet let us all be gay, For if only we could see them, There are pleasures every day. —2 marks to Cousin Iris Mincher (13), Dipton. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Let us sing of joyful times, Laughter’ gay and merry chimes, Winter drear has flown away, Spring has come with sunshine gay. Thro’ the night a fairy flies, Spilling pots of greenest dyes, On the fields and gardens too, Mingled with yellow and purply blue. To their mates the birds are calling, Happy sounds on ears are falling, Bark of dog and low of kine, Bleat of sheep and sigh of pine. Children in the meadows play,. Glad and happy all the day Oh! yes we do have joyful times When spring comes in with bellbird chimes. —2 marks to Cousin Mabel Clarke (13), South Hillend R.D., Winton. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Christmas day is joyful Because the world is bright, It makes us think of Cousin Betty, And helps us to do right. In England, Christmas is in winter, When the snow is on the ground, And children, happy, blithe, and gay, Christmas trees dance round. Winter is a joyful time, When happy voices ring, But we must thing of birds and flowers So the most joyful time is spring. —2 marks to Cousin Jocelyn Horner (12), “Mayfield,” Heddon Bush R.D., Winton.