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Waikato Independent, Volume XXXIV, Issue 3209, 20 September 1934, Page 2

<-:t t COMING COMPETITIONS JHHE selection of test pieces for the elocutionary sections of the forthcoming Cambridge Competitions is of a very high standard, sand an interesting variety of poems is provided. Below we print some of the test pieces in the children’s sections. Those for the adult sections will appear in a later issue. .j.auf CLASS I—RECITATION UNDER 8 YEARS. AT THE ZOO. (A. A. Milne). ’There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels, and things. There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings, There’s a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosscrus too But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo! There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers, and a Supcr-in-tendcnt’s House, ' There arc masses of goats, and a Polar, and different kinds ox mouse. And I think there’s a sort of a something which is called a wallaboo But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo! If you try to talk to the bison, ho never quite understands; You can’t shake hands with a mingo—he doesn’t like shaking hands. And lions and roaring tigers hate saying “How do you do?” But I give buns to the elephant when I go down to the Zoo! =© CLASS 3—RECITATION UNDER 10 YEARS. THE TURTLE-DOVE’S NEST. (Anon.) Very high in the pine-tree The little Turtle-dove Made a pretty little'nursery, ' To please her little love. She was gentle, she was soft, And her large dark eye Often turned to her mate, Who was sitting close by. “Coo,” said the Turtle-dove, “Coo,” said she; “0h,,1 love thee,” said the Turtle-dove, “And I love THEE.” • In the* long shady branches Of the dark pine-tree, How happy .were the doves In their little nursery! The young Turtle-doves Never quarrelled in the nest; Bor they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. “Coo,” said the little Doves, “Coo,” said she. And they played together kindly In the dark pine-tree. In this nursery of yours, Little sister, little brother, Like the Tui’tlc-dove’s ‘nest— Do you love one another? Are you kind, are you gentle, As children ought to be? Then the happiest of nests Is your own nursery. (s^ =© CLASS 4—RECITATION UNDER 12 YEARS. THE NIGHT WIND. (Eugeno Field). Have you heard the wind go “Yooooo”? ’Tis a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you through and through With a strange and speechless fear. *Tis the voice of the night that broods outside When folk should be asleep. And many and many’s the time I’ve cried To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the land and the deep: “Whom do you Want, O lonely night, That you will wail the hours through?” And the night would say in its ghostly way, “Yoooooooo ! Yoooooooo ! , Yoooooooo!” Uy mother told mo long ago {Which made me rather sad) : ■ , : L That when the night went wailing so, .Somebody had been bad; And then, when I was snug in bed, Whither I had been sent, With the blankets pulled up round my head, I’d think of, what my mother said, And wonder what child she meant! And, “Who’s been bad today?” I’d ask -Of the wind that hoarsely blew, And tho voice would say in its meaningful way: “Yoooooooo ! Yoooooooo ! Yoooooooo ! ” r /. ’ } , T ; -i;. ■ That this was true I must ajlow— You’ll not believe it, though! Yes, though I’m quite a model now, ' I was not always so. And if you doubt what things I say Suppose, you make the test; .Suppose, 1 when you’ve been bad some day And up to bed are sent away Brom mother and the rest— Suppose you ask, “Who has been bad?” And then you’ll hear what’s true: Bor the wind will moan, in its rucfullest tone: “Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo ! Yoooooooo ! ” i : • r V •:> -:i i <sP CLASS 7—SHAKESPEAREAN RECITAL UNDER 16 YEARS. d ■ “LORENZO’S EULOGY OF MUSIC.” (“Merchant of Venice.”) Hew sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of swe.ct harmony. Sit, Jessica: look how the floor of heaven ' Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st But in his motion like ail angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed chcrubins; Sueli harmony is in immortal souls; , But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, wo cannot hear it. Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn: • •With sweetest touches pierce your mistress’ ear, And draw her home with music. You’re never merry when you hear sweet music? The reason is, your spirits are attentive: Bor do but note a ’wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Betching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet 'Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change,his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is lit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit arc dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. j