THE JUNIOR LEAGUE

Waikato Times, Volume 122, Issue 20498, 14 May 1938, Page 19 (Supplement)

THE JUNIOR LEAGUE

SOCIETY FOR PREVENTION OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS I *'l will try to make any animal I rave in my care very happy."

Dear Boyi and Glrli,— As I am writing my letter to? you. my eyes keep wandering to a bowl or lovely roses on my table. I picked them yesterday and they are beautirul bloom*, pink. red. yellow and white, and the from them seems to nil the room. Have you ever carefully examined a rose? it! Is very wonderful. Each petal roided in , perrect order over the next, and the tex lure is nner than the finest velvet. Poet* ; have written verses about *• The Heart or: a Rose." People have tried to copv them. , We can see roses or paper, silk, velvet and i other materials, but none can compare with the roses Nature has provided. Then, too, if we make a bud. It remain* a bud. i but s real bud. gradually grow*, and as It; unfolds. It grow* in beauty day by dav until it greets the sun. with all its petal*; unfolded, and ran you think of anvthlng, more beautiful? It seems to me flowers are the best ob- 1 Jert lessons. Every one ran t*arh us a lesson. Then I always think children are i like flowers. When they are tiny, like > little bud*, no one ran be quite sure what' aort of flowers thev will berome; they may be good, and fine in every way. or thev may be faulty. On the same bu*h we often find good blooms, and some very Imperfect. In Just the same wav in one family may differ. Now girls and boys, most of you are fortunate in having opportunities to grow and develop fine bodies. 1 want you to study to build

up fine characters, so that when you are • grown to manhood or womanhood, your , life may be like a beautirul full bloom rose, cheddlng liaprtne*.* wher ever you are and giving to thr>«e around you the rragrance of loving kindness. This I* the first les- ! *on our Junior alms to teach. ! When I was a child at school we sang a very sweet song about the rose. Here It Is. It contains the IPB-pui about the way in . which one particular rose became a moss . The angel whispered to the rose:— Beneath a rose tree sleeping lay. That *ptr!t. t<» whose pharjre ’tls given, i To bathe young bud* In dew* of Heaven. Awaking rrom Us light repose The nagei whispered to the rose:— !•• Oh tenderest object of my care, j Mill fairest found when all are Tair. i For the sweet shade thou glv’st to me i! Ask what thou wilt, ’tls granted thee." 1 Then said the rose with deepened glow’, • on me another grace bestow." The Spirit paused In silent thought, What graee was there that flowers had not? Twas but a moment, o’er the rose • \ veil of mos« the angel throws. \nd eiothed In Nature's simplest weed i j Could there a flower that rose exceed? > 1 Good-bye, TINKERBELL