THE TELLERS OF TALES

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1025, 16 July 1930, Page 16

THE TELLERS OF TALES

HOW did sand happen.' And what is the meaning o£ that phosphorescent light on the water and the rainbow tints that sometimes emerge from a breaking wave? People who deal in facts will have a ready explanation: Sand is powdered shingle and shells; phosphorescence is a process of oxidation. But fanciful people will delight in the love story of Viwa and Danokai, which, with the simple title, “Jewels,” has come from the versatile pen of Red Star. For these the waves will no longer lap a mere deposit of shingle and shells, ground to powder in the mortar of Father Neptune; they will hear the song of Viwa, who long since has returned to the sea. Maid of the Pines, too, has written a delightfully imaginative tale, with the Wind, a jovial fellow, the playmate of dryads and elves. In the folds of his billowing cloak he shepherded his little friends, and 10, now we find irises in our garden beds! Gold-tipped Feather sent an arresting Irish story, Green Bough a thoughtful tale, showing how life may be influenced by the mere building of a nest, while Flying Cloud chose a wistful theme of a Giver of Wishes who was nearing the end of his journey. For all entries my best thanks. REDFEATHER.