“GRANDMAMMA’S PATCHWORK QUILT.”

Taranaki Daily News, 5 October 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)

“GRANDMAMMA’S PATCHWORK QUILT.”

My Grandmamma's making a big patchwork quilt, As she sits in her old high-back chair: Ail goldeny-yellow, bright red, white and blue —• It's oh! such a gorgeous affair! There are pieces of cotton, gay-spotted with pink, Next door to silk patches.of green; It’s thrilling to watch when my Grandmamma sews The squares and the circles, the strips and the rows, With stitches the smallest I’ve seen! And when I am good, and my lessons are done, And 1 haven't been naughty all day, Dear Grandmamma gives me a wonderful treat, While her needle goes flashing away. She tells me the tale of the patches she sews—• She knows them all, each single one! The blue-and-while gingham, the purple brocade, The orange-striped satin of beautiful shade —■ It's really the loveliest fun! For one is a bit of a dress Mother wore When she was just seven, like me; Another was once cut from Auntie's first coat, She had when a baby of three. I've often asked Grandmamma who the quilt’s for When finished—she never has said! But somehow I fancy—l do hope I’m right!—• When I go to my own little bedroom one night, That quilt will be there- on my bed!

If you are an anvil, be patientj if you aYe a hammer, strike hard. » * & to lawyer and ft. cartwheel must be greksed.

A FLOCK OF GOATS.

Every day a flock of goats is driven along one of the quiet side streets of Paris, accompanied by a marvellously clever sheepdog directing them with wonderful art through the city traffic. When it rains, and they are kept waiting for the arrival of clients, their patience seems to be sorely tried, and they are apt to seek shelter, One of them, who appears to know Paris well, does not hesitate to make straight for the entrance to a house, to pass in front of the concierge, go up the staircase, and stop at the second oi' third-floor until the rain ceases. Generally the dog comes looking for it, but sometimes a householder will order it downstairs, and it docilely obeys and rejoins the flock.

FRUIT NAMES

Why is a strawberry called a strawberry? This is not a puzzle. The plain fact Is that the original name was not strawberry, but “stray berry,” from the habit of its runners, which ramble feet away from the parent plant. Gooseberry, again, has nothing to do with “geese.” The bush owes its nameto its long thorns, resembling those of gorse, and was originally “gorseberry.” Currants are named from their place of origin, the Greek city of Corinth; while cherries commemorate Cerasus, a town in Asia Minor. What is the difference between the letters M.A. and someone too fond of eating?—One is a degree and the other Is a greedy, # # * # The day I did not sweep the house there carne to it one I did not expect. « * # • # A good swimmer is not safe against drowning. # # A hundred years hence we shall all ba bald. # # * # A golden key opens every door save that of heaven, «=*«■ * If you let them put the calf on your shoulders, Tt will not be long before they glap on the cow. ■ : .

' STRANGE SIGNATURE.

Vesuvius has written its signature In the sky. Since the recent eruption took place a whitish veil of its dust has drifted into the upper air of Southern Germany. It remained visible there for three days, and the observers, at the Heidelberg Observatory were convinced that, this, veil was not cloud or mist. It could only be the finely divided volcanic ash shot up by the violence' of the explosions and held in suspense by the upper air currents. Many years ago, when Krakatoa blew’ up, near Java, the dust was carried all round the world, and the evening skies shone red in its reflection.

THINK TWICE.

Wiial has a. mouth and a tail, lie® in bed, but has no arms or legs?—A river. *#' * * When is the book of Nature most batercsting.—’’When • autumn turns th® loaves. * # * * What is everybody in Hie world doing together?—Growing older. « * * What is it that belongs to you ftttd yet that is used far more by other people than it is by yourself? Xour name. t' •• * * * * ' When is a dog musical?—When it ha# a band round its neck. * . Supposing- the alphabet went to d party, when would the last letteie go . —After T, of course. « * * Why is a wet umbrella like fat?—Because it is dripping. # # * * , What is the coldest rim?—The laia (ice.is). . ’ * # Why is the letter G like taffee?—Because it makes “lad’ ’glad- # $ * * > /." ; ’• Whv la a hunter a'chatterbox?—Ba cause ho is alwaysbtalkmg ( stalling)