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TOWN AND COUNTRY.

(By WALT MASON.) The flowers are blooming in tlie woods, the daffodils and kindred goods, the cowslip and the rose; and, as I do my office task, 1 wish that I could' go and bask among such things as those. Oh, it would surely be sublime, upon a fragrant bank of thyme, for drowsy hours to rest; to revel in the wholesome breeze, and pluck tlie toadstools from the trees, and rob a hornet's nest. But new a fanner comes to town —a man whose residence is down wii"ie buds are bathed in dew: all day ho ves the posies grow, all day he feels the zephyrs blow his flowing sideboards through. And when I'd talk, in burning words, of bumblebees and bats and birds, and other woodland things, he looks at mo as though he feels that my fat head is full of wheels, and cranks and rusty springs. Ho interrupts my glad harangue, and says ''l do not give a dang for cowslip or for rose; I'm happy, when the sun gees down, if I can chase myself to town to see the movie shows."

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 12068, 25 July 1917, Page 3

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TOWN AND COUNTRY. Star (Christchurch), Issue 12068, 25 July 1917, Page 3

TOWN AND COUNTRY. Star (Christchurch), Issue 12068, 25 July 1917, Page 3