THE PRINCE AT A COTTAGE

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 138, 7 December 1929, Page 22

THE PRINCE AT A COTTAGE

The oonrtesy of the poor is a beautiful thing. No duchess ever had a truer notion of being a good hostess thau a. certain poor'woman whoae cottafio Uio Prince of Wales vislea t)u; other clay. Sho lives iv a district where there has been no work for nearly two years, whoro people live in hovels, go without food sometimes for days at a time, and have only fragments of boots to keep out the icy mud. To make- things worse, there has been much illness in the family. But when one of her sons.started to speak of these things almost as soon as the Prince entered, Bhe said: "You don t want to say anything about that." T. hon> turning to her guest • with a cheerful smile, she said: "We are very glad to ccc you, Prince." The courage and graciousnesa of that woman must have touched him more than any amount of grumbling. Ho got a very rude welcome at another house from a crossbred terrier cal cd Shot Shot's owner apologised, and added that Shot was under sen ten c' because there was no money for his iconco. But the Prince bore no malicehe spoke to one of his companions, and the licence was paid. The Prince's tour of the distressed im Sto St,° Ve£ Md Z° know i 4 haa ™* him to the heart. No one can look on misery without being moved, ana U ".Ith^, nC f + ? e°Pi e in were to w 01 ,1,l th ° Princa haa seen «ie«» would be no more mpney spent on luxuries for a long time, no more hunting of stags or otters, anda river of gold would pour into the relief fund. But it is impossible for the rich to imagine poverty they have never seen, as it is impossible for non-combatants to picture the truth of war. c

" •■•. • IN THE BLXTB SKT." "When I go to sehopl I often see birds carrying grass to build their nests hLh S-Om^ be, a? tiful sky larks soaring high in the b*ao sky. ; "On Saturday I saw the aeroplane because I was up early. It was going to New Plymouth." .. JOAN MTJNCEY. JSigaio.

OUR OWN VEBSEMAKERS. : "A MYSTEK?.... » My Mummy has; a cupboard so bis And in it there's glnefor my dolly's wig, - . ' And often some sweeties and a suear bun; . But once when I was haring some fun a Sa7» n the cu Pboara a great, big pram! A doll, aad a little woolly lamb. Then next Christmas Day I received the pram and the toy array ~ And when I looked in the cupboard again ■ Ther G- was nothing there but some gingerbread men. So it 'a really a mystery to me How Daddy Christmas found the key. "GOLDILOCKS." Island Bay. ■; ■• :" ;;. ■■. . ■ •..