THE PENCIL'S STORY.

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

THE PENCIL'S STORY.

(By

Florence

Hoatsen

"I am a little pencil, and my name is H and B., 1 lie upon the’ mantelpiece for everyone to see; I’m handled forty times a day, it is weary life; And when my. wits are rather dull I’m sharpened with a knife! "1 scrawl when Tommy has me, and I draw all sorts of things, From submarines and aeroplanes to cabbages aud kings; I write a lovely letter when Miss Phyllis is about, And if by chance I make mistakes Miss Phyllis rnbs them ont. "And if I slip and tumble down I’m certain to be missed, For mother wants me badly when she does the washing-list, And father makes me keep the score when he begins to playI’m just a little pencil, but I have a busy day. "YT really never am allowed to grow up as I ought, I’m getting shorter every day (it’s awful to be short), And when the knife begins on me I ache in every joint, i put it in that wav because you’re sure to see the point. "Pm very glad I’m useful, though my speech is always dark, ‘But every time they handle me I always make my mark! But sorrow seems to follow me in spite of many a friend, For when i'm meditating I am bitter { at the end.’