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VERSES

THE DANDELICN CLOCK.

(Sent by “Mountain Daisy,” Hamilton}

Jimmy in the meadow sits In his hoiland smock; In his chubby hand he holds A dandelion clock.

Jimmy blows it very hard; Telling time is fun; There now, he must blow again— Off it flies now—one I

Blow again, wee Jimmy boy. That is right—“ Two, three,” But you haven’t finished yet; There is more, you sec.

More fluff upon the clock, Blow aagin, my son. “Four and five" have flown away, Still it is not done.

Blow again, my Jimmy boy; Blow it hard, like this. Jimmy turns and chuckles, Then he answers with a kiss

"No, I won’t, then Mummy, dear"— Jimmy shakes his head—• “ ’Gouse next time my clock would say Now it’s time for bed.”

TIMOTHY’S CHOICE.

(Sent by Hardie Chapman, Tuhi-

karamea.)

At dinner someone said—- “ Your favourite flowers tell.” “The rose,” said I; and Ted, “The Canterbury bell.” “The meadowsweet,” said Kate, But Timothy i the tease, Smiled from behind bis plate, “More cauliflower, please.”

POOR LITTLE DAISY.

(Sent by “Russet Leaf," Tamahere.)

A little white daisy grew side by side With a tall yellow buttercup, stiff with

pride. He said, “Be sure that I don’t intend To have a creature like you for a

friend; So fine am I and so mean are youl" But what could the poor little daisy do?

IF I KNEW.

(Sent by “Ballerina," Paterangi.)

If I knew where the smiles were kept, No matter how large the key, Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard ’Twouid open, I know, for me. Then over the land and far away I’d scatter the smiles to play, That the children’s faces might hold them fast For many and many a day.

CORRESPONDENCE CORNER

PEN-FRIENDS WANTED.

Numbers of members of Peter pan’s Busy Circle have commenced corresponding. Many of the following, however, have been for some time desiring to find penfriends. If any of these members have already found penfriends they are requested to let Peter Pan know, and members desiring to write to the following are requested to send the first letter In a stamped, addressed envelope to “ Peter Pan " to forward.

Kathleen Weal would like another letter from Mary Gallagher. Robert Harris (13), would like a penfriend of his own age, who is fond of reeding and cycling.

Peace Goodall would like a penfriend of 10 or 11 years old, who is fond of outdoor sport. Ivy Norton (12) would like a pen fTriend her own age. Beverly McCracken would like Marie Mussett to correspond with her in French.

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Bibliographic details

Waikato Times, Volume 106, Issue 17804, 31 August 1929, Page 16 (Supplement)

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VERSES Waikato Times, Volume 106, Issue 17804, 31 August 1929, Page 16 (Supplement)

VERSES Waikato Times, Volume 106, Issue 17804, 31 August 1929, Page 16 (Supplement)