A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 92, 9 July 1927, Page 27

A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

A LITTLE POCKET MIRROR FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES th, y s l : eall^ a V ?,U *** said the man who 11 keeps the Joy Shop, ‘but the Sunbeam has drawn me sound asleep, "'ken l am leally the most wide-awake person in Happy town. And look, the customer is calling out ‘Shop!’ Oh dear me ! lam rather distressed about it.” “But look at this one of me,” protested the Doorkeeper ••Someone has given away the secret about my nose I should like you all to know however, that it is not really hooked—only slightly aqudine. Have you your little pocket mirror handy’’’ “Of course I have,” answered the man who keeps the Joy Shop. “I keep it for the times when I wish to retiect. No you re looking on the wrong side of the mercury; Turn it round. Yes, that’s right. Now what do you see?” “A handsome person with a slightly curved nose, a velvet jacket and a bunch of keys.” “Correct. Now lend it to me. I can see a benevolentlooking gentleman "with a round, smiling face and twenty-five twinkles in each eye. Now, Little Thought, it’s your turn What do you see?” “Oh!” laughed the Little Thought. “I like the look of me. I’m something like a pixie, but very much prettier. I’m something like a baby fairy, too, and my wings are full of sunshine. There must be little pockets in them. Oh, yes, I like the look of me.” uive me back my little mirror,” said the man who keeps the Joy Shop. “A youth called Narcissus, once fell in love with his own reflection. It’s a dangerous thing to look at yourself too long. He used to lean over and stare at himself in a beautiful pool and it became such a habit that he couldn’t help it. Here comes the Dawn Lady with some more competition entries under her arm. Don’t you think we; should all be working, instead of talking here? At a time like this, ‘Deeds not words’ should be our motto.” “And I can hear another squad of Pixie Postmen coming down Tiptoe Street,” said the Little Thought. “Don’t you love the shrill, business-like piping of their silver whistles?” *