RAINY MORNING.
As I was walking in the rain
I met a fairy down a lane.
We walked along the road together;
I soon forgot about the weather.
He told me lots of lovely things:
The story that the robin sings,
And where the rabbits go to school,
And how to know a fairy pool,
And what to say and what to do
If bogles ever bother you.
The flowers peeped from hedgy places
And shook the raindrops from their faces,
And furry creatures all the way
Came popping out and said "Good-day."
But when we reached the little bend
Just where the village houses end
He seemed to slip into the ground,
And when I looked about I found
The rain was suddenly all over
And the sun shining on the clover.
R.F.
Parochial Humour.
"Church Outing.—All arrangements for the outing were made by the Hon. Sec., and we are grateful to him for a very happy day. A walk to —— Church, cricket, tea and a game of bounders formed the programme."—Parish Magazine.
"Pronunciations in this Paper.
Bona fides ... Boner-fy-dees.
Grasse ... Grar."—The Children's Newspaper.
The idear!
Enlightened Yokel (explaining the picture in a hoarse whisper). "The blew be the zee, Jem, an' the yaller be the corn, sure nuff. An' the bit o' brown in the corner—bust me, that must be th' ol' geyser 'erself!"