A Letter From Alice . . .

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 16 October 1942, Page 3

A Letter From Alice . . .

mi: MAKING (>l Fill ENDS Dear Boys and Girls Alice stood by ; the window in her office and gazing out ! at the street, she thoughtfully said. j “If nobody smiled and nobody cheerj ed and nobodv helped us along,” i -If everv minute looked after him- ! self and good things all went to the If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobodv thought about me. And we stood all alone lo the battle of life: what a dreary old world it would be!” j "Go on. please." It was White Rabj bit who had just come into the room lin time to hear the last two lines. "I j like that Alice. Is there any more?” j Alice went on: If there were no such thing as a flag in tlie sky as a symbol of comradeship here. j If we lived as the animals live in the woods, with nothing held sacred or j And selfishness ruled us from birth to the end, and never a neighbour j had we. ; And never we gave to another in need: w hat a dreary old world it would be! "That's quite right," said White Rabbit. as if the thought had been his own. "Why. it was only this morning that I j gave my next-door-neighbour more | than half my lettuce plants, as his had | all been eaten—-not, not by me, either. Do you know. I didn't really want to i give him all my beautiful plants, but if | I hadn't I would have felt horrible and ! selfish all through the spring and sum- ! mer. As it is. I feel really happy now.” Alice, who had still been dreaming, turned round and clasped White Rabbit’s paw. "That’s the sort of spring feeling to have. White Rabbit, and I nope you will go on feeling happy and making other people happy. You'll find that your next-door neighbour is a proper friend now. He'll be chatting away to you, and you'll probably find him exchanging plants and being really friendly instead of an ordinary neighbour. By the way. here is the end of the little poem 1 am telling you about. It was written by Edgar Guest: — "Life is sweet just because ol the friends we have made and the tnirgs which in common we share; We want to live on not because of ourselves, but because of the people who care; j It's giving and doing for somebody else —on that all life’s splendour dej pends, ! And the joy of this world, when youvv summed it all up. is found in the making of friends.” Don't forget, boys and girls, that j making friends is the most marvellous j thing on the earth. If you are sulky ' and unfriendly, you will soon discover •that you are bitterly unhappy, but. if you always have a smile on your face, and are ready to give a halping handwhy! you’ll find yourself always happy, with lots of pals and never a dull minute. Don’t forget to write, members. With best regards from vour friend _____ ALICE