OUR MASCOT.

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXVII, Issue 19523, 24 June 1933, Page 13

OUR MASCOT.

While greeting our Circle on this happy day, With wishes sincere—both thoughtful and gay, There’s a very sad story which I must relate, Concerning our poor little Mascot Cat’s fate.. Our Christopher Robin, the playmate of Bill, While peeping one day from a high window sill, O’erbalanced, and fell with a thud, on his head! ’Twas a nine days wonder, he wasn’t found dead. But no; he recovered, as cats often do, Yet still he was doomed to misfortune anew; For, wandering out, on a dark stormy night, Our poor pussy vanished completely from sight! Nobody saw him, so nobody knows What befel the grey cat with the little black nose; And poor Bill looks lonesome, and whines in his sleep For the playmate, who with him did frolic and leap! Now, cats are supposed to have nine lives, you know, But Christopher Robin has lost two—and so, I hope if you find him you’ll bring him to me, For Our Circle Must have a Mascot, you see. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to Joan Mary Thomson, Timaru.) AUTUMN. On Autumn days I like to roam Across the meadow, far from home, And pick the flowers, oh, so sweet, That seem to gather round my feet. (1 Mark and a Merit Card awarded to "Wood Primrose,” Joyce McPherson, Pleasant Ponit.)