PIXIES OF THE RING:

Evening Post, Volume CXVIII, Issue 90, 13 October 1934, Page 20

PIXIES OF THE RING:

"MY PUSSY CAT." (Original.) I had a little i>uasy cat. Who was very soft and very fat; And when I gate her tnllk to drink— She used to look at me and wink. I used to sit upon the mat And watch my little pussy cat. And when I'stroked lief long soft fitf— She used to look at me aiitl purr. "TWIXKLE TOES" (9). Kurtirl. Puppy Fidoppity, With ears all filloplly, Went sklppity, hoflpify Home. He barked ylppayapplty, What could the matter be, Someone had stolen his bone.t "MEDUSA" (17). Seatoun.

They ivere precious hours, weren't they . . . those first glimpses of spring sunshine after grey skies. They made Letterbox Elf so energetic that I think he must be first cousin to Jack-in-a-box, and his ideas simply tumbled over one another. "We've been watching so ■anxiously for the Spring Maid," he frowned, "that we almost forgot something important . . . Hallowe'en! It comes on the very last day of the month. We really should ask a witch and an owl or two to the Fairy Ring." And We shall, for Hallowe'en's an 'eery, skeery night for pixie folk, and the jolliest lime for a party. Could anyone draw me a witch with d-very tall hat, or a picture of elfin revels? And of course as many Hallowe'en verses and stories as you ivish. "Then, of course, there's Guy Fawkes' Day," reminds Letterbox Elf again, so there's room for very long thoughts for you, and soihe 'specially thrilling Saturday pages to come. Ehd-of-the-year IS the most exciting part, isn't it? . . FAIRIEL

0, WINTER. ' y (Original.) The long, white Winter rages at last, His icy breath breathes on the blast. And with frigid grandeur this earth doth Spreading' everywhere a witchery of frosty lace. 0, Whiter; thoii haughty nJonarch of tHe snow; ... Around tliee the mad, wild winds do blow. Strange season, mighty, turbulent thou art. Canst not withering beauty triudh thy stoilecoia heart? Thy frown in the heavens appears glQotny and grim, , , The smile of the sun now grows dimmer> dim. Winter, 0 cold, relentless King! Thine are drear spirits that never sing. ' "Double Dutch" (13).