OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 7 February 1931, Page 8 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

TWO BOY BEARS.

’(From ‘’Prairie Flower.”) Two boy bears Sat under a tree, Trembling. One big bear Leant over io sec, Mumbling. Two bov bears, Cried, “Oh, dear me!’’ Sliaking. One big bear Growled “Fiddle de dec!” Quaking. Two boy bears Sat long and still, Weary. Ono big bear Went home quite ill, Dreary.

good-night.

(Sent by Tom Coupe.) Blow a last quaint sleepy khfl, Mother’s left behind you; But, when fairies bring you back, She knows where to find you, Hush-a-baby! Hush-a-by! She knows where to find you.

TIP IT AND TOSS 11J.

Tip it and toss it, ah this in a game That four kittens can play together. ’Tie tip it and toes it. Go steady! Don’t bump it so fast! Look! Whiskers has tumbled; you’ve . tossed him about like a feather, And clearly a frolic so rough is not likely to last. A BIRD AT NIGHT.

(Sent by Jean Jamieson.) A little bird at night sang “Tweet!” To the round lamp-light in the street. He dreamed, you know, and thought the sun Was in the sky and day begun.

NOVEMBER. (Sent by Marion Curran.) , At last comes chill November, And I’ll ask you to remember, That Guy Fawkes, a plotter, many years ago Started business with gunpowder, That each year is getting louder,. As we celebrate the rascal’s overthrow. ’ BLACK AND BLUE. - I (Bent by Lucy Tuck.) Said Jim, to Penguin Pete, “1 wonder is it true, “That if one stands upon one’s head, “The world looks black and blue?” “I really could not say,” said Pete, “But why not, try and see.” “I think I will,” said Jumbo Jim, “I’d like to know,” said he. So then he tried his very best To stand upon his head; But poor old Jumbo tumbled down And rolled about instead. i The Penguin.' laughed and Jumbo wept: “I knew it wasn’t true, “The world looks just the very same, “It’s me who’s black and blue!”

THE FALL., (Sent by Merle Druce.) What! Fallen down, again my pet, And made your forehead bleed? Mamma has kissed the place, you «ay, Yet something more you need. Perhaps an orange would do good, Cut into slices thin; Or else a nice ripe pear might ease The pain that you are in. I’ve known a fig to cure a smart, When carefully applied, Not to the wounded place itself, But to the mouth—inside. Once I remember cocoa-nut Acted with magic power;. And dried up tears that fast had, flowed, For nearly half an hour. And chocolate has virture. great For scratches, cuts and bruises, But toffee is the remedy That little Mary chooses. MATILDA JANE. (Sent by Elsie Rookes.) Matilda Jane, you never look ’ . i At any toy or picture book; ■ J show you pretty things in vain;' You must be blind, Matilda Jane. I ask you riddles, tell you tales, But all our talking always fails. You never answer me v again; I fear you’re dumb, Matilda Jane. Matilda darling, when I call You never seem to hear at all. I shopt with all my might and main, But you’re so deaf, Matilda Jane, Matilda Jane, you needn’t mind, For .though you’re' deaf and dumb and blind, There’s someone loves you, it is plain, And that is me, Matilda Jane; ' BLACKBERRYING. (Sent by Valeria Whittlestone.) “Take your baskets; bring them back, “Full of brambles ripe and black,” Mother said, “To-morrow I “Mean to make a lovely pie.” Through the fields arid lanes • they went, . - On their useful task intent; Fingers soon were stained, it’s true, But so were mouths and faces, too! THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT. (Sent by Amelia Radford.) The children’s happy, voices ring, The merry bells go ting-a-ling, And clearly sounds that sweetest lay, “Rejoice, my friends,. ’tis Christmas Day.” Wo'do remember once again What that first Christmas brought to men; *lt brought fresh hope and. joy and love, And knit our hearts to God above. So grievances are laid aside, And friends from near and foes from wide, Have come to clasp the friendly hand, And join the merry Christmas band. JEALOUS JOE. (Sent by Dena Hurlstone.) Molly’s uncle sent her a lovely doll in a box. Joe, the dog, was very jealous, as Molly spent all her time with her new toy. When she had put - her dolly to bed, Joe said to himself:. “If I can get rjd of that’ doll, Molly will love me again.” So Joe pulled the poor doll out of bed. He dragged her to the hath and pushed her ! in—Plop! When Molly woke in the morning she found a sad Joe and very wet" dolly. She did her best to dry the doll, whilst Joe looked very miserable.. Joe told Molly how very, very sorry he was and she fave them both medicine and put them o bed, telling them that she loved them both. CAN YOU GUESS THESE? (Sent by Kathleen Milne.) What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot?-—A carpet. What flies high, fiies 10w,.. wears, out boots, yet never has any?—-A football., Why is a book.like a tree?—Because it has many leaves. What has a tongue, but cannot speak?—A boot. What has teeth yet cannot bite?—A comb. (Sent by’Marie Coupe.) What has more than four legs ?— Caterpillars. When does a silver spoon run?- — When it is chased. When is a gun like a bill?—When it has. been discharged. (Sent by Pat Mackay.) What has. a heart but never beats T- 4 - A cabbage. Which man wears the biggest hat?— The man with the biggest head. (Sent.by Ivy Morgan.) Why are stars like money?—Because they are, farthings (far things). Why is the sea so restless (—Because it has so many rocks in its bed. ’’ LOST.- . ' • - Wendy has lost the addresses of Sheila Waite and Valerie Walker. Could they please send them? THE MAN WHO LIT LONDON. Dr. Sebastian De Ferranti was the man who lit London when everybody said it could not be done. De Ferranti’s name is on many a piece of electrical machinery to-day, but when he took up electrical engineering nearly 50 years ago the industry was almost as young as he was. It was in 1886 that,'as a young man of 22, he was made chief engineer to an electrical supply company. While there he became filled with the idea that cheap electricity for all lighting purposes could be sent all over London if the Central Power Station made current at 10,000 volts. Objectors pointed out that no cables could support such a high voltage. Dr. Ferranti replied by making cables that could. Then the current flowed, the lamps were lit, and with them an electric light which afterwards shone in every city of the world. Many honours came to him, for electric lighting and transmission were only a step in his career. Twice he was president of the Institution of Electrical Engineers; and Liverpool, where he was born, and University College, London, where he first learned his electricity, are both proud of him. It is said that one of his must have saved hundreds of lives and has certainly been a means of safeguarding life in electrical works.