LITTLE RHYMES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXVII, Issue 19668, 9 December 1933, Page 13

LITTLE RHYMES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

NEVER. Never board a moving bus, A tramcar, or a train. Or else perhaps you won't be there To try such tricks again. Never try to sprinkle oil On any fire of flame, Or else In school the teacher Won't be calling out your name. Never take a match to light Where there's a smell of gas, Never when you're bathing Swim near tangled reeds or grass. Never point a gun at folks And think it isn't loaded, You'd think again if suddenly The wretched thing exploded! Never stand beneath a tree When storm and lightning rage. Look before you leap, and you Will live to ripe old age. (Sent by “Foxglove,’’ Timaru). THE RESCUE. I’ve left my dolly on the lawn, The rain is pouring down. There's quite a puddle by the tree, I’m sure that she will drown! She’s looking very, very sad, I’m sure she's crying, too. The puddle’s getting bigger now, I don't know what to do! Oh, look, there's Peter on the lawn! He’s running through the rain. He's bringing dolly in his mouth, And now she's safe again. —Vera Bowyer. (Sent by "Summer Blossom,” Hunter). THE FAIRIES’ TEATIME. If you see the harebells swinging when there isn’t any breeze, You'll wnow it is the fairies, aringing for their teas. Tinkle-tankle, tinkle-tankle, don't you hear them call; If you let the tea get cold it will not do at all. (Sent by “Poppyjoy,” Timaru). GOING TO BED. Up to bed we gaily go, My dog Rip and I, Up the great big wide stone stairs, Holding the candle high. And if my heart goes pit-a-pat, It's not because I fear; I'm not afraid—no; not a scrap— When my dog Rip is near. (Sent by “Taihoa," Timaru). ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK’S PUZZLES —< CAN YOU GUESS? SPARROW-HAWK WHAT AM I? VIOLET PUZZLES The AMATEUR COOK. I am making a pudding, I have put in SUET CURRANTS NUTMEG SULTANAS FLOUR Apart from liquids I feel sure I have left something out. One letter taken from each word in rotation will give the answer. What is it? A CHARADE. (Answers next week). When boisterous winds assail the ear Those parents who confide My second to my first may fear Lest woes should them betide. To form my whole, the circling year We four times must divide. (Answer next week). The Pace of a Snail. Try your chum with this sum. Say: "If a snail climbs a wall at the rate of three feet a day and slides down two feet every night, how long will it take to reach the top of a thirty-foot wall?” Without hesitation your chum will «ay thihty days, but it is only twentyeight, because on the last day the snail does not slip down two feet, having once reached the top Helpful. "Can you tell me where Mrs. Smith lives?” “First turning on the right, and It is about the third house.” "Couldn't you tell me the number?” "No. but it is on the door."