The Children's Corner

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 9, 16 September 1927, Page 15

The Children's Corner

By

ARIEL

Dear Radio Children,-This weck I have found another picture for you to paint, as you are.all so fond of painting. It is rather a dear wee baby isn’t it? There is plenty of scope for your talent too. What a lovely patch-work quilt you will be able to make! Send it in by Sept. 28. In next week’s Corner -we will have our fourth Zoo animal, the "Faydout." It is beginning to look really like a Zoo now, and I thrill with pride every time my glance falls upon our wonderful collection. When we have duly caught and caged the "Faydout,’’ how would it be to have a "Squealer" for the next animal by October 5? I think you will find him fairly .easy to get on to paper. He is a kind of first cousin to the "Howler," and spoils the pleasure of wireless listeners if he is allowed to continue his career uncheckd. In England they track him down with a special car which contains a special set for guiding the operator right to the house containing the receiving-set in which the "Squealer" has gone to roost. The guiding-set tells the eperator when he is getting hotter or colder in his search. Wouldn’t it be great fun to have a car like thatand set off at night tracking the "Squealer" to his lair?? When he is found, the owner of the set is told how to get rid of him and how to avoid him in the future. . Here is a little true story of a boy and how he made his dream come true through wireless. He was only a small boy, very, very poor, who sold papers in the streets of one of the big towns in England. One terrible day he was ‘taken ill, He had no home, so was taken to one of the large Hospitals, and was so kindly treated that he made a resolve to do something to show his gratitude. He grew to be a.man, and from selling newspapers he finally became editor of a big London daily. It was then that he started a fund for putting head-phones at the head of every bed in every hospital in London. It was a big thing to do, wasn’t it? Just think of the hundreds and hundreds of patients who were made happier just because one small boy never forgot that someone had been kind to him when he was poor and miserably il. His name was John Hugh Jones, but hospital patients always call him Dr. Radio. Now get out your paint boxes and drawing pens again, and let us see whether there are any new artists.-Love Ariel,

EPITAPHS. IIere lies poor Burton; He was both hale and stout; Death: laid him on his bitter bier, Now in another world he hops about. Here lies John Bun; He was killed by a gun; , His name was not Bun, but Wood, But Wood would not rhyme with gun, But Bun would, BREAKFAST, Now I’m little ’course I have Porridge (with a spoon) Sometimes, for a treat, an egg; Vil be bigger soon. Then I'll have hot sausages And bacon (with a knife), And never eat another scrap Of porridge all my life! MOST UNFORTUNATE! Teacher; ‘Did you make that face at me??? Tommy: "No, sir; you just happened to walk in front of it." TONGUE TWISTING. Say this quickly six times: Watch a watch wash! Watch which watch wash? Why watch the watch washing that’s watching the watch? Then try this one: She was a thistle-sifter. She had six sieves of sifted thistles. Aud six sieves of sifted thistles. A RARE BIRD. Who is the queerest person you have ever seen? . An author, because his tale grows out of his head,