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THE NEW PLAYTHING.

(Sent by Jean Armstrong.) “Humph!” growled the elephant, “Squeak!” cried the teddy bear, Thrown down together Beside the armchair.

“Things in the play room Won’t be the same again,”

Puffed- out with fury The clockwork train.

A very great upset among all the toys, Now that their master, like other little boys, Plays with the wireless, the silly old wireless.

“I call it unfair,” wailed the poor Teddy Bear; “Humph!” growled the elephant, “Puff” said the train.

THE LOVELY DREAM.

(Sent by pattie Watson.)

I was playing in a field by myself only, When a fairy came along and said

to me: • “I don’t see why we two should be so lonely; Do come with me and have a cup of tea.”

So I went home with that jolly little fairy, And had a lovely little cup of tea; Then we had a ride on clouds so high and airy, Oh! ’Twas sad to find it all a dream to me.

WISHES.

(Sent by “Snowflake.”)

I wish I was a nigger boy, From far across the sea, Where lots of other nigger boys Would come and play with me.

With elephants to ride upon, And tigers fierce to chase, I’d never have to go to school, Or wash my hands and face. SUCH A SURPRISE! (Sent by Chrissie Stewart.) Three little kits saw a dear little box. Said one: “Now what’s inside it?” It had no label, it had no locks, So they cut the string that tied it. Then three little kits had three little shock’s, For out with a squeak jumped a Jack-in-the-box!

AUGUST.

(Sent by Alice Ward.)

This is the month when you mustn’t forget, That though it’s not raining, it’s sure to be wet.

FOR LITTLE FOLK.

(Sent by Ruth Billing.) An old hen sat on turtle’s eggs,

And she hatched out goslings three; Two were turkeys with slender legs,

And one was a bumble bee. “Very odd children for such a mother,” Said all the hens to one another.

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Taranaki Daily News, 7 December 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)

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THE NEW PLAYTHING. Taranaki Daily News, 7 December 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)

THE NEW PLAYTHING. Taranaki Daily News, 7 December 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)