The Junior League.

Waikato Times, Volume 121, Issue 20266, 7 August 1937, Page 21 (Supplement)

The Junior League.

80CIETY FOR PREVENTION OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALB. 44 1 will try to make any animal I have In my care very happy.”

oear Boys and Girls, Already we begin to think of Spring. This morning I picked a bunch of primroses. What cheerfullooking little Bowers they are! The birds, too, seem to know that Spring Is near. When I woke this morning the birds were already awake In the trees and what a noise they were making! They seemed to be saying “ Wake up do, the Sun is rising and there is work to be done.” I can never understand how men and boys can go round shooting little birds, and calling it “ sport.” A gentleman I know was getting ready to cut his hay; the horses were Just starting with the mower, when a lark started up from the ground very frightened. The gentleman looked around and soon found the lark’s nest with tiny birds In It. He Immediately put a barrier across the corner and gavr orders that the grass there was to iert, so that the birds could be hatched. That was a kind, manly action, was It not? Coleridge, one of our well-known English writers, says: He prayeth well who loveth well. Both Man, and Bird, and Beast. I am afraid there are a good many people In New Zealand who have not learned to love birds. There are people who Indulge In shooting pigeons for what

they call “ sport.” I was very pleased to read In a paper recently that a shooting- club In Australia, having advertised for 800 birds Tor a shooting contest, the S.P.C.A. appealed against this, ancl asked the club members to use clay pigeons. The secretary replied: “My club is anxious to comply with your wishes In this respect, and we will shoot only clay pigeons, instead of live birds.” Every bird lover will appreciate their considerate and sportsmanlike action. What a different place the world would be If more people would endeavour to be kind. Ella Wheeler Wilcox, a lady who has written such a lot of nice poems, has said:— So many Oods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind. While Just the art of being kind Is all this sad world needs. Try, dear children, to practise being kind. Think kind thoughts and you will And It easy to do kind deeds. I knew a little boy who kept a diary, and each evening he wrote his kindest deed in big print; ir the had done an unkind deed he wrote It in red ink. ir everybody did this I think there would be a big demand for red Ink, don’t you? Now, I must say good-bye to you once TINKER BELL.