THE LUMBER ROOM

Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Issue 89, 1 May 1937, Page 4

THE LUMBER ROOM

Q . " ? "PAUL PBYs'1

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BUt it fs Likt That. Two visitors to a London exhibition of New Zealand paintinss were hearA to remark . • • . . "Yes, of coutse, magmficent picturee but too vivid, it's itopossible to havi colouring like that !" And that is just the poifft, We havi vivid colouring, bttt it . is fiot nntu someone captures a gleam on oanti^ that we take notice. And now iS tmp time to take notice, for without wisfi» ing to proclaim' the obvious our Oolot^ season . « * .Autumn • • « » ® hOi'O. - But Before the white man came -t0K New Zealand the ever green htiS* changed little and it fe our imports tions of trees from the Did Codttfry that noW charge the distance With shades of old gold and russet hfrown. Let tis then be bhodghtjul on ttfflN matter and bathe ourselves in colour , > , perhajut eveu try the experirmut of allbwing, the picture to lbok ftfc let ua be passiVe and absorb#, imUj&d oi helftg active and critieal,*

Ths Uf# of H«*ln ' . Blua *, ftw ihe life ot heaven — th#dmmiti Oi (Jvrtthm — the wid# palaco of tho eutt— f The tent of Hesperus, and '411 his traiii The bosomer ot clouds, gdld, gref and dttn. Blue. 'Tis ihe life, of watfefH-mceaii 4 And all its vassal streams: P°°l| numberless, May rage and foam, and fret, but neveO can ti, Subside, if not to dark blue nfttiva* ness. :■ ; Blue. Gentle cousin of all tho fortoV * green, % Married to green in all tho tweftiMfe flowers— i Forget-me-not, the blu«-bell, and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet; what stfanga powers Hast thou, as a mere ehadowl But hotu • great, When in an eye thou art, alive with fatel ' — J ohn Reata,

THo Rainbow' Saw the rainbow in the heaken^ In the eastern sky, the rainbow ; Whispered, "What is thkt, Ndkoinlat*" - And the good Nokofilis anSwer'ed: ■■ ■G " 'Tis the heaven of flowers ydu m there; .» ^ All ihe wiid flowers of the forest, All the- lillies of the prairie, » When on earth they fade and perish / * Blossom in that heaven amove ns,'* -—The SOng of Hmwatha,. coiouri ; * t There is no element in our sensuoaz nature which yields us greater or mot^ varied pleasure than the perception im • colour. — Uttmt Allen^ v Colours As Symbols* ' ' Red— courage and ' action, hnt - anarchy and, carnage. * '*' Yellow — glory, cheerfulness and prHh perity. Yellow— Cowardice, cheapness jftd siOhness. Purple — heroism, magniflceucs, pasii|fc - suffering and mystery. f Cushjons. Bring me six cushiona A yellow one, a green one, a purple om^ f an orange one, an ulttacnarlne oa% . and a vormiliioii oha, '■ Colours of which .the combin&tiom Pleases my eye*, Bring me |. Also t Six lemon squashes And - I A straw. — J.Qfli t , Soothing Suloldes. A highly dramatic illustr&tloB of mental effects of colour was sffordMt recently when the city of London, JAp. an effort to reduce ihe numbtr "Wf suicides from Blackfriar's Bridf^ painted that gloomy old strnoture ¥ bright green. /j • Suicidefl declined by; mere than a third. X While the green may have ehseeSH §oine disheartened sonls, tho impronMs ' ment may be attributed largely to elimination of black traditionally Vm colour of tragedy and death. — Howard Hetchaa|4 DlfficultleS' |. When an offebded and oppresged mjk wliose mental outlook is one of reae®£ ment, comes into mle and power, it W difficult for him to act nohly and nanimonsly. Nobility and magnanioiity are aTistocratic virtues that flourish in souls free from resentment. — N. Berdyaen Piquant Personalities. When obliged to say something Ke would mine his brain and put in P blast, and when the smoke and flying debris had cleared away, the resoR would be but a poor little intellectnil clod of dirt or two. His selfish organs weighed down tht back of his head so that it made his nose tilt up in the air. People thougll! it was vanity, but it wasn'.t; it well malice. The contents of his skull could have ehanged place with the contents of AV pie, and nobody would be the worse . for it but the pio. He succeeded iii life. When something fresh in the paterft medicine line comes out, she is in A fever right away to try it; not on horself, but on anybody else that comef liandy. A lovely blonde sknpleton. wfct talked nothing but pearls and poetry, . and was virtuous to the verge of eccentrieity. — Mark Twain,