TINK’S BRAN TUB

Taranaki Daily News, 7 April 1928, Page 18

TINK’S BRAN TUB

A SPORTING TALE. (Sent by Linda Marr.) When Jack was quite a little lad, A few months over seven, His aunt invited him to spend His holidays in Devon. - He set out with his rifle Shortly after life got there, And he hoped to ehoot a lion, Or a tiger, or. a bear. But a horrid lamb “baa’d ” suddenly, And gave him such a fright, That he quickly dropped his rifle, And ran home with all 'his might.

LIKE CALLS TO LIKE. (Sent by Ivy Morgan.) If you walk as a friend, you will find a friend wherever you choose to fare; If you go with mirth to a far strange land, you will find that mirth is there. For the strangest part of this queer old world is that like will join with like, And who walks with love for his fellowmen an answering love will strike. If you walk in honour, then honest men will meet you along the way; But if you be false, you will find men false wherever you chance to stray. For good breeds good, and the bad 'breeds bad; we are met by the sTAOITA show. Love will find A friend at the stranger’s door where hate would find a foe. For each of us builds the world he knows, which only himself can spoil; And an hour of hate or an hour of shame can ruin a life of toil. And though to the utmost ends of earth your duty may bid you fare, If you walk with truth and a friendly heart, you will find friends waiting there. THE WENDY BABY. (Original by Dorothy Bilski.) I’ve not yet seen this darling, But I’m sure her eyes are bine. And that her hair- is golden curls. She has deep dimples too.

Her smile is just as sweet as sweet, Though sometimes teardrops fall. She has such darling hands and feet And has just learned to crawl. Like other little babes you know, She loves all shiny things. As saucepan lids and bright new tins And even silver rings. And I believe that black things too, Are surely her delight Oh yes! she likes black dirty things, For them she’ll scream and fight. She’s clean for just a little while, After she’s had her bath. And then her mother does not smile, Although of course 1 laugh. You should hear her sweet wee baby voice, As with laughter it does ring. It makes her parents hearts rejoice, When baby tries to sing. (Sent by Clara Brown.) Why is a cat like a rosebud?—Because if you put them in water they will both come out. What two birds cannot: fly?—The weather cock and the scarecrow. Why did the water butt—Because only the water can. The cheese mite, and the fire wood (would), but the water can and that’s that. What kind of wind does a hungry sailor like best? —One that blows foul, then chops, and then comes in little hot puffs'