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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18889, 12 October 1929, Page 19 (Supplement)

Days Of Pleasure heralded by summer’s gilding are with us again. The green leaves once again whisper one to the other, “ Summer is here and it is good to be alive.” Among the green-clad branches the birds sing merrily and busily. Here and there the plane tree or sycamore stand somewhat gauntly, as though despising the gaiety of willow, elm and oak. All hearts are light, and the green sward of the playing-fields, surrounded by their sequestering plantations, resounds with the cheerful noise and movement of man and maid at play. To some the flash of a ball over the tennis-net, while the vibrant strings sing their energetic tune, appeals more than the bat and wicket. , Away up the secluded reaches of the river, the patient angler wields his pliant rod, snaring the rainbow from his cool retreat. Others there are, seized with the joy of the open r P,‘ w h° make the most of lengthening days and balmy nights to travel afield, lapping out the long miles behind them, and even the aeroplane is a source of joy. Where the blue Pacific Ocean rolls incessantly is the greatest number found. The glistening beach and frothing wave have a beauty all their own, and no exhilaration can compare with the soft salt kiss of the first bathe of summer. Now that the cold damp days have passed all things on earth are growing and putting forth of their best, for Summer is here, and it is good to be alivel” —A.H.C.