GIRL GUIDES’ CORNER

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 65, 8 June 1927, Page 14

GIRL GUIDES’ CORNER

In another column you will notice Home new competitions announced, and I hope you will all* let me have something: on “Guiding.” There are some clever young people among the Guide Braves, and I am looking forward to those essays with the greatest interest. Did you know that a Guide House has been opened in Geneva? It is a home away from home, and something more than a mere club, as everything in it has been donated by the girls themselves and their friends. Visiting Guides are sure of a welcome there, and this venture should prove so popular that Guide Houses will be springing up in all the four corners of the world. The Brownies at Whangarei recently went in force to a birthday party, and made merry with dance and song. The work of the Brownies for the year was exhibited, and badges and service stars were awarded. In the centre of the hall a large brown owl sat on a toadstool, directing operations, while gnomes, sprites, and pixies gave a true fairyland air to the scene. My Guide Braves have given me much of interest to read this week. Bed Leaf has just returned from a holiday tour, and I shall quote several extracts from her colourful letter : “I had a wonderful time during the holidays. My father had to go to Hamilton, Te Awamutu, Whatawhata, Cambridge, and Huntly on a business trip in his car, and as I had holidays from school I accompanied him. It avc‘s much more pleasant than travelling in the train, as we saw all the country in its autumn glory. I remember one afternoon we were travelling along, and on one side of us was the Waikato River, its banks fringed with the graceful weeping willow, while on the other side stood tall mountains, wrapped in a velvety blue haze, and above all this spread the autumn sunset. As we stood on a grey stone bridge whose ivy, -clad sides were a blaze of colour we watched the sky slowly change to gold, and then to a pale shell pink. The river, too, was transformed, and lay bathed in all the colours reflected from the sky. At last the sun sank, and night in her dark cloak called her children to her side. Thus, with the starry sky above us, and the sleepy twittering of the b:.rds sounding on every side, we sped on through the darkness toward Auckland and home. It is a curious fact that, in autumn, New Zealand has her most beautiful sunsets, and that the flowers of this season, although they have no scent, greatly resemble the sunset in their brilliant colourings.” Red Leaf has given us a delightful pen-picture this week. At the social held in honour of Miss Behrens, the visiting commissioner, on Monday evening, a delightful lecture on bird life was given by Mr. Falla, who illustrated each phase with stuffed specimens of the various birds, and a clever rendering of their different notes. Almost it seemed that the feathered folk themselves were present at the gathering, the imitation of the bellbird being particularly liquid and true to life. —Redfeather.