RIDDLER'S RING.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18340, 17 December 1927, Page 18 (Supplement)

RIDDLER'S RING.

What might you expect to hear in a forest?—The trees bark. Why did the thunder clap?—Because it saw the lightning play. What is worse than raining cats and dogs?—Hailing trams and omnibuses. In what colour should a secret be kept?—ln violet (inviolate). Spell hungry horse in four letters?— M.T.G.G. Why is green easier to spell than blue?—Because it is spelt with more When are peas like soldiers?—When the}’ are shelled. When is the sun like a jelly?—When it sets. Why is an eel like a poet?—Because he’s a Longfellow. When is a pie like a poet?—When it’s Browning. Why is it that aviators never wear fancy socks?—Because they always buy plain (bi-plane). What is the difference between a hen and a ship?—A hen lays an egg and a ship lays to (two). Why is the sun like a good loaf?— Because when it rises it is light. Why is good advice like a carpenter's plane?—Because it goes against the grain. OVERHEARD AT THE BIRD TABLE. Said young Finch to Tom-tit, “ Please leave me a bit, You’re, gobbling up all that nice din- “ Eat a way,” chirped old Sparrow, “ ’Tis only boiled marrow; One can tell you are just a beginner.” “ I go off every morn To a field of fat corn Left lying too long through bad weather. That is elegant meat For a sparrow to eat Our family go there altogether.” “ You are welcome, my friends, To these weird odds and ends Of plum skins and beans aad boiled marrow; They may do well for you, You’re a finnicky crew. But they’re not ‘ comme-il-faut * to a Sparrow.” LYING IN THE GRASS. When I lie within the grass Curious things about me pass; Things above and all around. In the sky and on the ground. Dragonflies of splendid sheen Shimmer past in gold and green; Honeybees with laden sacs— Dust of pollen on their backs. Tiny ants, absorbed and neat, Travel swiftly near my feet, Sometimes carrying away Treasure twice as big as the) ? Armoured beetles, bronze and blue, Grasshoppers and crickets too; Butterflies of colour rare, Dancing by upon the air. Very straight and still I lie As the little things go by, So that fearlessly they pass Plpse beside me in the grass t.