OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 20 July 1929, Page 20

OUR POETRY

“SOME” SHOWER. (Sent by Elsie Robertson.) An old gnome went a’walking, all ou a summer’s day; lie put up his umbrella, to keep the rain away; Down flew a crow, free-wheeling, and settled overhead, “My, what a very heavy shower!” the old gnome said. BE POLITE. (■Sent by Doris Mumby.) 1 Let us try to be pelite, in everything we , do, Remember always to say, “Please,” and not forget “Thank You.” COLD IN THE HEAD. (Sent by Wendy.) I'm awf’ly tired of being in bed, with hankies for my nose, •' An’ lemon drinks, an’ blankets, and a ■bottle at ray toes. s But it wouldn’t seem so silly, if mummy hadn’t said, ' < “My poor wee Jean is sufl’ring from a bad cold in the head. I’ve tried to tell her different, but she really cannot see, That when I’m simply baking, and as stuffy as can be, . ” It’s wrong to toil the fam’ly that it s a f “cold” I’ve got, t 1 It should be plain to everyone, I'm suffering from a “hot.” j THE NEW BABY. I c (Sent by A, Robertson.) 1 I Tro got a little sister, who came in the j night, j All the way up to town; , She’s like a pink daisy, dressed in white, ( In a long, thin nightiegown; ( She came without her slices, And hasn’t any hair, , How cold she must have been, In the dark night air! . , It’s a mercy she knocked at the right • front-door, Just where we happened to be, And a soapy, warm bath on the nursery : • floor, j And all my dolls to see. , I She didn’t bring her luggage, I But she didn’t seem to care, She’ll have to have my cradle, And my old arm-chair! : I MY ARMY’. i (Sent by Sadie Olsen.) It was my birthday yesterday, And I was four years old, I had some soldiers given me, VVho’re just as good as gold. They look so very smart and gay, And all are dressed in red, And such a splendid general rides, Before them, at their head! toadstool town. The goblins live in Toadstool Town! You’ll see them running up and down Between the houses round and low (Each house a toadstool big, you know!) And Toadstool Town on market day Is such a busy place, they say. The Goblin mothers—merry folk— All think their housework quite a joke. They laugh and gossip cheerfully, While baking pollen scones for tea. And if a party’s being planned, Each friend!v sou! will lend a Land. The Goblin children, full of fun, Get in the way of everyone. They play at leap-froj in the street, And tangle* up old Goblin’s feet. But no one ever seems to care, And everybody’s happy there! A JOKE. (Sent by A. Cooper.) , An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scotchman decided to have a party, but i all had to bring something to make it a success. The Irishman brought come ( potatoes, the Englishman a leg of mut- - I ten. and the Scotchman brought his < brother.

CAN YOU GUESS THESE? What is the longest word in the world ? —Beleaguer. Where do you always find happiness? —ln the dictionary. (Sent by Joan Pennington.) Why did the letter-box?—Because it saw the post-man. Why did the door bell?—Because it saw the hall-stand. (Sent by Ailecn Cooper.) SLIGST-OF-HAMD THICK. o Many sleight-of-hand tricks have the disadvantage of being somewhat difficult for the beginner to master. Here is one, however, that is simple. Make a paper cylinder a little larger than a common glass tumbler. Then cut out a white paper disc that will just fit inside the opening of the tumbler by gently forcing the edges inside. Fit the disc in place before starting the trick. , Commence by laying the tumbler with the disc in it on a sheet of white paper. Lay a coin on another piece of paper nearby, and tell your audience that you will make the money disappear. Pick up the paper cylinder, place it over the tumbler, and move both over until the tumbler rests over the coin. Remove the cylinder and the coin has disappeared. Replace the cylinder over the tumbler, move it away, and the coin reappears. The explanation is simple. The disc in the tumbler hides the coin, but when the tumbler is moved the coin is uncovered. The paper disc, being white, does not show as a separate piece covering the coin when the tumbler is over it.

A FAIRY LEGEND OF THE RHINE. THE MUSICIANS OF BEEMAN. In Germany, the children often say:_ “Let us pretend we are the musicians or Breman.” Then they will all start play* ing different instruments, and march round the town making the most hideous noises possible. Now I will tell you the story of the first musicians of Breraan. There was cnee a cruel old man who had a donkey. As the poor beast grew old and feeble, its wicked master treated it more and more unkindly. At last, the donkey could bear it no longer and decided to run away, saying to himself: “I will got a job at Brcman as town musician!” As he went on hi?, way, he met an aged greyhound in the same plight as himself. “Come with me, friend,” said the ass, “You shall be a town musician in man, too. While I play tlie lute, you shall beat upon the kettle-drum!’’ Journeying along the road together, the two friends met a sorrowful pussycat. “What ails you, old kickpaws?” enquired the ass. When they learnt that pussy’s trouble was much the same as their own, they very quickly persuaued her to join tlie party. , “Your voice, madam,” they a»>uica her, “is so perfectly charming that there will be no need for you to play anj instrument at till.” . .

A little further on, they w?v-? joined by an ancient Chanticleer. ‘They sheltered for the night m the house of a famous baud of robbers. A midnight tlie rightful owners of tlie house- returned. And, as the loader fumbled his way in through the darkness, the cat- flew at his face; the dog bit his leg, the ass dealt him a stout kick, and the cock made such a to-do that the robbers fled, never to return Thue the four musicians Ox Breman had comfortable quarters fcr the rest of their lives!