BROWNIES THE GIRLS GUIDES RANGERS

Waikato Times, Volume 119, Issue 19893, 23 May 1936, Page 24 (Supplement)

BROWNIES THE GIRLS GUIDES RANGERS

FOXLEABI, THE HOME OF GUIDING. . How Foxloue Began. To many perhaps, Foxlease is but a name, but to those of us who have been there it is a very real home. it is a lovely. rambling old country house standing in the midst of very beautiful surroundings—a veritable haven of peace and rest. with the stately New Forest standing- silently around. It was in 1922 that Mrs Archhold Sanderson gave Foxiease to the Guide Movement. Our President, Princess Mary, then gave £IO,OOO for the upkeep of the estate. so l-‘oxiease was endowed under the title of t“Princess Mary House." I Since 1922 it has been the centre or many Guide activities. Guiders and Guides from all over the world have visited the house and have camped in its grounds. In July. 1924, 1000 Guides from all parts or the World camped at the first \\'orid Camp. and the first imperial Camp was held ‘ll 1926 when about 300 Guiders and Guides of the Empire camped for a week ‘in 10:13 the second imperial Camp was lheld, and in loan the sixth \\'oi'id Confericuce at which representatives from nearly every country where Guiding exists, spent a week or more in the house. what Might Have Boon. The famous author 0t Robinson Crusoe tin his less known role of traveller and diurist. tells in “From London to Land’s iiud, i7-J-i." an astonishing scheme which the laid before the Government, which we HIS Guides and Rangers, may well be thank:i’ul did not find acceptance with the great tinen of that day. i You see Air Defoe actually planned to {draw a great square line containing four ,thousand acres or land, marking out two 'iarge highways and roads through the ireutrE. crossing both ways. The spot isinkied out to he the place was New Forest in Hampshire, and they meant to jiiil'il the very spot on which Foxieasc is {reminding into a t-u‘inuy for refugees the ‘lmor inhabitants of the Palatinate, \\'ho I\\‘<'rt- then lhl- latest suttll‘rs on that shore. ‘in it!!! t‘t'liii‘L‘ of the square was laid out “a rirrin ni' t\\(‘i\'c ul'rl-s or ground, to be waist lnin Sll'i’i‘l.\ i'ur inhabitants to build on ‘us lllL'ii' ability \\'nuid permit all that ‘u'uuiti imihi in haw ground gratis for :‘U tit-alts. timhe-r out of the forest amt con-t lrunicut yarns. Harden: and orchards at» iuiit-ti i 0 m'cry house. I .‘u it‘ it had seemed “'I‘H in the Gurrrn’iucnt to accept the project advocated by home, we should have had :i ('learaure 01' what is mm" the Innst beautiful part of tho New ii'nrcst near iiyndhurst. lint it didn't happen and l'nleasP is siiil i there: yes, Fuxieasn and Guiding—how iillii‘il \\'C lore both! i i

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK. A man of words and not or down, In Ilka a garden lull of weeds."

PATROL EMILIMO. THE HONESTY. Honesty is certainly very original, for it is very seldom one admires the seed pad of a plant more than its flower. lier flower is rely nice, but her chief attraction is her seed pod. This is very tint and mund and looks as if It is made oi’ very flne parchment. Several pods grow on one stem and when a number or stems laden with pods are placed in a vase they make a very uncommon and very useTul decoration. as naturally they do not fade. The Legend. Long, long ago. in the days when fairies iused to walk on the earth there grew in i the Woods and valleys a little purple flower i called llonesty. This poor little {tower was the most unhappy in the world. Why? ‘\\‘ell, I'll tell .\'()\i. The King or the Fairies was giving a grand party, and all the flowers from every part of the world were to Fume; all that is to say except the little Honesty. She. had been invited. but she knew she couldn't go, on account of the large ugly greeny brown seeds which spoilt her graceful appearance and caused her stem to bend at every step. How could she dnnce with those heavy seeds hanging round 'her neck? All her neighbours laughed at her und'said she was far too ugly to go. How unhappy she was. ' The great day drew nearer. until I! last the very morning of the party arrived. it was a cold day and the snow was falling fast. so the little Honesty huddled closet to the ground. and listened to the noisy chattering or the other flowers who were discussing the party. After a time she heard a tiny squeak. and looking round saw a baby robin which ihad evidently lost its way in the snow. It ‘looked so cold and miserable that the gentle Honesty asked if there was anything she could do. it said it had lost its way and was very ‘cold and could the Honesty give. it shelter. Now the Honesty had never been asked to do anything for anybody before because she was hated for her ugliness. but she was kind at heart and wanted to be the means of helping that shivering bird. Suddenly she thought of her seeds. They wore large and ugly it was true. but the \‘nry lurgencss of them would help to keep the driving Show off the bird and pet‘hap!l SfiVi‘, it from a cruel death. Her only four was that sht- might be snubbed by the bird refusing to shelter under those ugly sends. It. arrcpted gratefully however and (‘ert into the warmth and soon they both fell asleep. it \\‘as late. in the afternoon when the iione<iy awoke. and the sun \\.-h shininir brightly, She looked round for her liltit- \'i~ilor. but to her surprise found tho l),r.i had gone. lint oil! “’11:" was that? \\'hcru were her ugly seeds? Gone; \‘hv hmked turnip—she couldn't believe ll: ll was too god to he true: in their plare were tiny fairy-like silver seeds. She got up and shook herself. They were hem‘y im lmmrr. She was like an ordinary flow-or nt lasil Stlddcnly she. heard a voice. and iuoltilur round saw the little bird standing by her side. “That is to thank you for your kindness to me.“ it said. "You can go to ill" party now.“ And the littic Honesty has never been unhappy slncc.