WHEN YOU GO TO HAPPY TOWN

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 62, 4 June 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)

WHEN YOU GO TO HAPPY TOWN

Once I went to Happy Town, But it’s years and years ago. I wandered through a tiny street, When the moon was shining low. I saw the Sunbeams dancing, And they made me join them too, ; For when you go to Happy Town, You must do as the Sunbeams do. The Dawn Lady was beautiful. She wore a shimmery gown, All made of misty moonbeams, «. With star-shine in her crown. The Sunbeams bowed in front of her— I made a curtsey too, For when you go to Happy Town, You must do as the Sunbeams do. —Arranged by Phyllis Symons (aged 10). THE GRAND PARTY A very grand party was given one day, By Mrs. Teapot, who lives on a tray. The Cups were invited, the Spoons and the Knives, The Saucers and Plates, with their husbands and wives. The Loaf Sugar came, with his old friend the Milk, The Cream Jug waltzed in in a dress . of cream silk; And fat Mrs. Marmalade, all of a flutter, Arrived in a cab with Miss Bread and Miss Butter. The Sauceboat, who looked very merry and bright, Was seen cutting capers in silver and white. The Nutcrackers came with the Plate Basket folks. There weren’t any nuts, so he had to crack jokes. Soon Mustard drove up in a fine silver pot, He carried a fan, as he felt rather hot. The welcome to all was both happy and hearty, And they all stayed in bed the day after the party. —Sent in by Olive Parsons. PUZZLERS Jumbled names of boys compiled by Jean Mclndoe: 1 — C RE O DK R I 2 A INETVNEL 3—REU M I A C 4MI A R H SWLN E Y S 6—ITE V N C N Jumbled names of girls sent in by Pauline Wolfe: 1— G I A I R V N I 2 INIERFDW 3—LAH E C N B 4LMA E T H 5 HAPPEN 6RY M A Jumbled fruits by Frances McKenzie: — 1. —R O N O E A 2. P A L P E 3. A N B N A A 4EL N O M 5 E ARP 6. —U L M P Answers to last week’s puzzlers: Hidden New Zealand towns:—Auckland, Dunedin, Harhilton, Bluff, Whangarei, Timaru. Buried Flowers: —Rose, pansy, iris, daisy. FROM A SUNBEAM The following letter comes from my little Sunbeam, Jean Mclndoe, of Hamilton, and I am printing it in its entirety, as I think many of you would like to write to her. Jean is one of my most faithful Sunbeams —a brave and cheerful little lady. Dear Dawn Lady: You must have wondered many times why I have to stay in bed so much, so I am going to give you the reason. When I was seven years of age I was attending a school in Taranaki and was strong and healthy. One day, while playing with other children I slipped and fell when running. A small post which had been put in to support some wire-netting was unfortunately right in my way, and I felt heavily upon it. My arm was very badly broken and dislocated at the elbow, and the corner of the post caught me over the heart. Just what injury was caused to my heart I do not know, but the doctors say that one of the valves is leaking as well as other damage being done. On top of this I caught cold and had rheumatic fever, and for over two years did not leave my bed. Since then I have to take to bed for weeks at a time whenever bad attacks occur. lam afraid I will never be able to run and play like other children, but things might be very much worse, as everyone is most kind to me. I spend nearly all my time reading and writing and have quite a big collection of books, including six Girls’ Own Annuals. I have made up numbers of poems and stories and find it a nice way of passing the time. I am glad the Little Thought has rung the bell for another competition, and I think all the Sunbeams will be verypleased. I look forward to getting "'HE SUN every Wednesday and Saturday, and find much to interest me in the Wigwam and Happy Town pages. With much love to yourself, the Little Thought and all the Sunbeams. —Your loving Sunbeam, Jean Mclndoe, 25 Ulster Street, Hamilton. TOYS Quietly, quietly, girls and boys Safe on their pillows sleep; Eagerly, eagerly, happy toys Out of their corners creep, To frolic over the nursery floor: That is, of course, what the night is for. Cheerily, cheerily, bells ring out, Ring to the dancing toes; No one can hear a laugh or a shout Save the smiling garden rose. No one can say “What’s this about”? For the moon a magic throws In at the window and out at the ‘door: That is, of course, what the moon is for. Merrily, merrily, tippy-toe, Circling the fairy’s throne. Round in a giddy whirl they go, Nurseryland’s their own Till Little Ones wake to play once more: That is, of course, what the day is for.