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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 329, 14 April 1928, Page 27

PUZZLERS Riddle-Me-Ree: My first is in sedan but not in chair, My second’s in provoke but not in dare, My third is in embrace but not in hug, My fourth is in compact but not in snug, My fifth is in hostile but not in foe, My sixth is in produce but not in grow, My seventh’s in command but not in bid, My eighth is in concealed but not in hid, My ninth is in lukewarm but not in hot, My whole is a cold and desolate spot. Buried Towns: In each of the following sentences a European town or city is hidden. Doris and May ran hand in hand down the path. I hope you will have nice weather. Will you call on Donald next week. I am on shore at last after being at sea more than eight months. The traffic moved too slowly for the impatient motorist. She said he was to keep it as a memento. Answers to Last Week’s Puzzlers: Word Diamond: G. Sew. Shoal. Georgie. Waged. Lid. E. Jumbled New Zealand Mountains: Lgmont. Ngauruhoe. Tongariro Aspiring. Ruapehu. KINDLY INSTRUCTION Old Lady: “Don’t you know it’s wicked to fish on Sundays?” Small Boy: “I’m not fishing. I'm teaching a worm to swim.” Sent in by Helen Somerville.

BEARS’ HUGS Bi-u in-Paddy paws was the biggest, brownest bear in the great forest in which she lived. ! She hated all men, and really one cannot wonder, because the only ones she had ever met were Red Indians and great hunters, who could no more leave a bear alone to live in peace than you or I could help playing with a puppy, if there happened to be one about. i Bruin-Paddypaws had a little son. Shaggy-Honey sucker he was called, and she warned him, over and over again, about the unkindness of men. ’ you see a man, little son,” she would say, “attack first. Run at him and hug, and hug. and hug, as only a bear can. till you have hugged all the breath out of his body—and he is j dead’.” Soon afterwards a hunter shot an arrow through her heart, and she died. Mighty-Friend-of-the-Sun had a great name and was the son of a great Chief, but when all was said and done, he was only a little boy, and had a lot to learn about life, both in the forest and out in the great world beyond. One day he was out alone in the forest, trying to persuade a baby monkey, who was very shy, to come down from a tree-trop and play with him. Hearing a rustle of leaves and a snapping of twigs, he turned round and, to his delight, he saw the jolliest little bear making straight for him, so he stopped talking to the monkey and waited for the bear to come up. Shaggy-Honeysucker, remembering the words of his mother, went up straight to the little boy and hugged, and hugged, and hugged, but he -was riot much more than a baby and, though he did not know it, he was not hurting at all. “.Ooh” said the little Mighty-Friend- I of-the.-Sun, “what a jolly little bear: | and doesn’t he love me? Well, I love him, too,” and he hugged back for all he was worth. Shaggy-Honeysucker hugged all the tighter. “You are an affectionate little bear,

aren’t you?” said the little boy, enthusiastically, hugging tighter still. “This is no good,” said ShaggyHoneysucker to himself. “This little man must be made if iron. Now, I suppose, as I have not killed him, he will kill me.” He stopped hugging and waited for the end. “Come on. Bear, dear,” said Mighty - Friend-of-the-Sun. “Let’s go for a walk. I’m so glad you walk on two legs, like me. So much jollier, isn’t it?” and he linked arms with the little bear. “This is all veiry ‘ well for the moment,” said Shaggy-Honeysucker to himself, but when he grows up he’ll be like all the rest.” But he never was—and when the old Chief died, and Mighty-Friend-of-the-Sun ruled instead, there was always peace between beast and man in the forest. A PARTY GAME Here is a game that will cause a great deal of fun at your party. Tell your friends that you will give them each the name of an animal and whisper it to them each in turn. Then say you are going to tell a story bringing in the names of several animals and that when their animal is'mentioned they must get up and rush out of the room. Then start your story. The joke lies in the fact that you have given all the players the same animal’s name, so that, much to their surprise, when it is mentioned they all jump up and make a mad rush for the door. A BIG TASK "That’s a tine tree you have in your garden. Percy,” remarked the boy who had come to live next door. “Yes,” answered Percy, proudly, “my grandfather planted it, when he was a boy.” “Impossible! How could any boy plant a big tree like that?” —Sent i& by Jack Lydster.

WALNUT TREKS Walnut trees Are good trees. Hardy trees and strong. They stand up to the east wind. And they have a song. In winter they are grey trees On a pale blue sky. In summer they are green trees. Which no bird passes by. In autumn children climb them And shake the ripe nuts down. And an old man comes with a basket From the edge of the town. Walnut trees are good trees. Hardy trees, and strong. They gather birds, they gather winds — And they have a song. THE RABBIT THAT HAD NO TAIL Once upon a time there lived a little rabbit. He had two ears. He had two eyes. He had a nose and mouth. But he did not have a tail. “Where is my tail?” he asked his mother. “I do not know." said his mother. ■ “You must have lost it when you were a baby.” The poor little rabbit looked very sad. He said. “Do you think I can ever' find another?” “Perhaps,” said his mother. “And if you find one I will sew it on for you.” So the little rabbit looked everywhere for a tail. One day be brought home a lea'.

“Will this do for a tail?” he asked his mother. “No.” said his mother. “It would dry up and drop off.” So the little rabbit threw it away and went out doors to look for something else. The next day he brought home a feather. “Will this do for a tail?” he asked his Another. His mother said, “Let me see.” She tied the feather on the rabbit. The rabbit looked in the looking-glass. “I don’t like it,” he said. “It looks too funny.” He put the feather on the shelf. He said, .“I must find something else.” The next day he went to the park. There he saw a little girl. She had something on her hat. It was round. It was soft. It looked like a rabbit’s tail. “Little girl,” said the rabbit, “what is that pretty thing on your hat?” “It is a pompom,” said the little girl. The rabbit said, “1 thought, it was a rabbit’s tail. 1 am looking for a tail that I must have lost when I was a baby.” “Poor rabbit without a tail,” said the little girl. “You shall have my pompom.”

The rabbit laughed for joy’. He said, “I will give you my feather to put on your hat.” He hopped home and got the feather from the shelf. He gave it to the little girl and the little girl gave him the pompom. Home went the rabbit, hoppity hop. to his Another. She sewed on the pompom and he wore it all the rest of his life.

THE LITTLE GREEN DOOR ( Written tor THE SI W It was strange how Periwinkle came to find it —that little green door in V • garden wall that no one else had even suspected. Her rubber ball bounced into the ivy and she wr > searching for it diligently when her eyes chanced upon—not the lost tieuseoncealed behind the dark green l ’l°wonder where it leads to.’ slid Periwinkle, her fingers trembling on the latch. She was not very long in doubt t«the little green door opened quii* easily and revealed art interior th.. t made Periwinkle's mouth a round «* of surprise. The little house built of stone like the garden wall, at *1 glow-worms cast a dim light from the low ceiling. In one corner stood .t small stone table and a stool and. on the latter, sat a strange little i v*n who was looking at Periwinkle over his spectacles in the great ‘st amazement. His beard was rnov.-v white and hung from his chin like an icicle, his hands were knotted and o!«<. but his eyes were surprisingly brig - and very kind. lie was mixing something in a large stone jar. “Good morning, my dear,” he s.v ' “I am Pundleberry. 1 have lived^li er-

ror many years, as you can s-c. • And 1 am Periwinkle.” said the little girl, shyly. “I live in this garden, bir I did not know anything about the little green door." “Of course not.” sighed Pundle.iei ' “No other humans do. Just take •> taste of this, my dear." And he he'd out a large spoon to Periwinkles liu“And now,” he laughed, good natur edlv. “ray secret is safe with you. for you will never be able to say. “Pur.dle berry,* or ‘little green door' outside this curious house of mine. “But why are you here?" asked Ffi winkle. ’And what are you nutkin in that funny old jar?” “I am mixing spells, my flea, answered Pundleberry, “for that m business in the world. See, this is .< happy spell for a little boy who has been on his best behaviour for a and this is a bad spell for a ei~• 1' '■ who does not obey. That one jus' finished is for a man who refuses ' give to charity. It will make him ashamed and his conscience wii> trouble him until his heart softentoward his less fortunate brother." This one is for a little lady who h.i> lost her only son. It will bring ih»song of the birds to her window and make the flowers bloom in her garden plot. This spell is called ’solace.’ “And just to think that no one mis ever guessed how these things hapot «» said Periwinkle. in an awed voice. “Please may 1 come again. •You may come as often as Yi.ii wish,” said Pundleberry. “As long you never break the spell 1 have cast over you.” So, on dull days when nothing seemed to be going to happen. 1 ei . - winkle stole to the little green door, opened it softly and peeped in on nr little friend- Then the time came for her to leave the garden and pay a visit to lier aunt in a far town. After sh*' had been there for several weeks sin* found herself longing for Pundleberr> and, every night, she would cry hei - self to sleep. , _ . “What is the matter .* asked her kind relation. “I am homesick.” sobbed Periwinkle. “I want to go back, to the little door green and Bundleperry. “What do you mean?” asked her aunt, much astonished. Something seemed to snap at th*' back, of Periwinkle’s tongue. _l mean the little green door and Punditberrv,*' she said in a strange. hiAbpitched voice, then, discovering wh; t she had done, she sobbed in even greater distress. In the end Periwinkle did go tone'-. the garden and. with fear and trembling lifted the latch of the little green door. The glow-worms were still : there, the table, the stool and th*-* curious stone jar. but of Pundleberry ; there was never a sign, j Spiders were spinning their webs I from floor to ceiling. 1 “I beg your pardon.’ said I en- • winkle, humbly, “but 1 am looking !•*> my friend. Pundleberry. who used to live here.” “Somebody spoke his name in tb** 1 outside world,” said the lax’gest spidei. ; “and he has gone away to live in another garden wall. Please close • the door when you go out. e at* - ! very busy.” So Periwinkle went back into th*> garden and played with the butternie**. but her sad thoughts were roaming the world, peering under leaves for little green doors, funny stone jars, and her lost friend. Pundleberry. T