Verhovayak Lapja, 1940. július-december (23. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1940-09-26 / 39. szám
September 26, 1940 Verhovayak Lapja Page 1 CHILDREN’S PAGE AT THE CARNIVAL “And over in this tent, Ladies and gentlemen, If you wish you may see The great Chineese Mystery.” In great excitement in line I hastened to fall With the people answering the barker’s call. On the platform stood a casket-like box. Beside it stood a girl with golden locks. Then the announcer said, “We’ll ask the lady to get inside.” After locking her securely in The Chineese Wizard said with a grin, “She can’t escape from this strong locked box Which is propped up on four high blocks.” Then he proceeded to thrust in some swords, (The audience was scared beyond any words) Lengthwise and crossways, sideways and through (What in the world was that poor girl to do?) Not a word she said— (Surely she must be dead.) What a relief it was to hear the man say, “Enter this way, A nickel pay, And see how the lady lay.” Afraid to go—but more afraid to stay I proceeded to pay. She lay smiling in one corner— There was no use for me to be a mourner— Not one sword had done any harm, They passed at the bend of her knee and crook of her arm And in all such other places You should have seen the smiles on all faces! —IRENE VARGO, Age 12 Idamay, W Va. -------------------O-------------------TENT PEGS And Other Stories for Children and Their Friends By PAUL FRANKLIN SWARTHOUT 120 Pages Abingdon Press, New York Price $1.00 AN UNDERSEA GARDEN Have you ever seen a garden under the sea? If not—then you mast come along with me— We’ll leave the West Virginia Highlands And visit the Bahama Islands. There’s something about the waters so blue That causes much enchantment for you. As you gaze upon the colorful fish so gay, As they among the coral reefs happily play. You are enraptured with great delight, And are grateful you can see so beautiful a sight. And in the blue waters near the coast, You will see what to you will mean the mos* On this your visit to the land, Which is indeed a wonderland. The pink coral reefs are so fantastic to see That you’d hardly believe they’re skeletons oi animals that used to be. But the most magnificent of all in the waters so blue Are the marine flowers with their rainbow hue. Yes, plants that red, yellow and blue, flowers of every class And to think you view all these through a boat bottom made of glass I’m sure that with me you’ll agree That an undersea garden is a sight to see. —IRENE VARGO. Age 12 Idamay. W. V. TENT PEGS is a collection of thirty stories for children. Each chapter is a complete story, and relates the experience of boys and girls, who solve their own problems, and help their friends and neighbors. These little stories are original. There is adventure mingled with mischief—for that is the way of children —but there is love and kindness towards those who need a cheery word on gloomy days. Just how the little characters in TENT PEGS proceed to help others less fortunate, is charmingly told in a manner that holds interest to the last word. The book contains a Thanksgiving story; three Christmas stories; an Easter 'terv; also, a story for Mother’s Day; and many ther holiday stories. The general setting of the tales is in the state of Vermont and the Mohawk valley of New York. The author is a graduate of Colgate University. He has been on the. faculties of several Youth camps His stories are widely read and, because they are simply written, easily hold the attention of little readers. George B. Cutten, president of Colgate University, Hamilton, New York, contributes a short introduction. The volume has large print and is beautifully bound. TENT PEGS is a book parents will want their children to read—not once, ir twice—but many times over; for it tells the advenures of courageous boys ’d girls. LITTLE VA(; Joel was a ten year old boy who lived in a village that rolled to a green forest drowsing beneath blue skies. He loved the summer time, for it meant freedom from school, and he could wander off alone into the sun and shade of the cool forest where he played, pretending to be a. great explorer discovering new lands. He had been to the Canadian forests and knew something about animals. He climbed a tall tree and listened to the wind. It was a friendly wind which always brought enticing odors. With a. sharp eye he looked to the east and saw his home in the distance. It seemed a small white speck on green velvet. He looked to the west and saw the river winding like a silver ribbon just beyond the woods. How he longed to go drifting down the stream in a boat of his own! He saw a thin blue smoke rise and trail into the sky. It seemed close to the river. He wondered who had built the fire, for it was seldom anyone from the village went near the river. Across was a forest reserve. Wild animals were safe there. He decided to search for the intruder and climbed down the tree. Half an hour later he came upon a boy roasting fish on a stick. “Hello!” Joel greeted th stranger. “Hello, yourself,” returned the boy, in a friendly tone He looked up grinning. “Where did you com from?” Joel asked. “Where did you con from?” the boy returned. “I live in the village b yond the woods,” Joel av swered. “I live in the cabin dow yonder,” the boy said, poin ing in the direction of rude house “My name’s Joel. What’s yours?” “Jim,” the other answered, keeping his eyes on the fish. “Been here long?” Joel asked, sitting on the ground beside him. “No. Came yesterday with Dad and Mother. We’ll be here two weeks.” By this time the fish was roasted to a golden brown. Jhn removed it from the stick and placed it on a tin plate. “Want some?” he asked. “Sure!” Joel moved closer. With his scout knife, Jim cut the fish in two. “Look out for bones!” he cautioned. The fish was eaten soon. Jim produced a tin cup of water and the boys drank. “Want to go down the river?” asked Jim, after awhile. “Have you a boat?” Joel’s voice betrayed his eagerness. “We can use Dad’s skiff. He won’t mind.” The boys were soon rowing down river. At first they worked the oars rapidly, then when their arms grew tired, they just drifted down stream, lying in the bottom of the boat. Overhead the sky was a blue mirror with an occasional white cloud floating by. After awhile they paddled ) shore and pulled the skiff into a pebbly beach. They wandered into the woods. Iere was a new world to onquer! They climbed tall rees and peered into the Tests of birds, frightened way at their approach ’hey heard a bobwhite call i the distance. From his arch in the tree, Jim reuned the cry. The bird’s 11 came closer. Jim ansred again. “He thinks I’m a bobíite.” “Teach me the call,” Joel
