An Open Air Page For Big Girls and Boys

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 185, 26 October 1927, Page 6

An Open Air Page For Big Girls and Boys

STORY TIME ‘ 117 HAT have you in your hands, Redfeather?” ™ “Many scripts and scrolls, good Children of the Wigwam, for the Chiefs and Braves have returned to our circle with their stories and pictures from the outer world. Hearken, for the night is young. Let us gather round the fire where the pine logs send their scented incense into the still night air. First I shall read you the little tale called ‘Opals,’ by a maid of the Great Outdoors, who is the friend of the wind and sun. Flying Cloud tells how these precious stones first came to the earth. . . . Harvest Moon has written an imaginative story about a stone boy who guarded a fountain and came to life when his old-time playmates materialised out of the moonlight and returned to the garden. This new Brave is very versatile and has carried off the trophies in both the poetry and drawing sections. Her poem, 'Youth,’ has an individual charm and the figure of the child in her silhouette is depicted in an attitude of life-like curiosity. “Dew of June, another Brave who has lately found the trail to the Wigwam, has been awarded a special prize for her unconventional poem, ‘Gorse,’ which calls up a vivid picture of any hillside on any golden spring morning. The work of Dew of June has an original touch and freshness all its own. “Blue Morning, a Wellington Brave, whose dainty sketches are well kliown in the Wigwam page, has taken her theme from ‘As you Like It,’ with very happy results. “So far-flung are the tepees of some of my children that the trophies must sometimes journey far from the Wigwam fire, but when each week we gather to warm our hands at the friendly blaze, the faces of tlie distant ones are seldom absent from onr midst. And now, my faithful ones, let us pay our tributes to the prize-winners in the true spirit of the Wigwam. Flying Cloud, step forth. ... We salute you. Harvest Moon, Brave of the dual success, ’twas a glad day when you brought your gifts to the tribes. . . . Dew of June, your posy of words breathes a subtle fragrance.” REDFEATHER.