Tárogató, 1948-1949 (11. évfolyam, 1-8. szám)
1948-11-01 / 5. szám
TÁROGATÓ THE CAMEL By Theodora Horton The camel comes from desert lands, With his broad feet he walks the sands; No trees with pleasant shades are there, He does not mind the sun’s hot glare; He’ll travel in the burning sun, Where not the strongest horse could run; For many days he’ll journey so, And without water he will go; His driver only sees the sand, For weary miles in that hot land; When, lol the camel sniffs the air, As if to say, “There’s water there!” And by and by it comes to sight— The clever camel’s always right! YOU WOULD JUMP, TOO By Christine Campbell Jean was making the brown earth fly with her little spade. For a moment she stopped for breath. Then a big brown clod just picked itself up before her eyes and jumped away. Jean jumped, too, and stared at the clod. After a moment she made out that this lively clod had claws. It had sleepy eyes that looked as if they might be laughing at her all by themselves. For the rest it was a big warty brown lump. “You must be a toad,” Jean murmured. “I’m Jean.” She was going to say, “This is my garden,” but thought that might not be polite. The toad blinked at her and sat still. Jean went to find Mummy. “Mummy”, she said, “you spray for bugs and do things about cut-worms. Do you have to do anyting about toads?” Mummy patted Jean’s braids. “If you’ve found a toad,” she smiled, “you had better take the best care of him you know how. Not that he will ask much from you. He will work in your garden. He catches flies with his tongue.” “I wouldn’t know he had a tongue,” Jean said. “It is so quick you might not see it,” IS Mummy said, and went to fetch a book, saying, “Do you remember this?” “That’s Beautiful Joe, of course,” Jean knew at once. “Then you can remember Miss Marshall Saunders who wrote your book. She was kind to every living thing. Now you’ve found a toad, Jean, you will like to know that Marshall Saunders kept a place for toads under her back steps. She called it “The Toads’ Hotel.’ ” Jean led Mummy out to meet her lumpy friend. All summer she made friends with the toad. She talked to him and he blinked his eyes at her. He helped her take care of her garden. But sometimes when he jumped suddenly from the brown earth, Jean still jumped, too. Toads can be so surprising. A LITTLE SWISS GIRL By Norma Pearson In the lovely country of Switzerland lives Lizbeth, a little Swiss girl with fair hair and blue eyes. She goes to school every day, just as you do; but in the summertime school is closed, and she stays at home to help her mother and father on the farm. Almost every day Lizbeth takes the cattle and the goats far up the mountain-side. There they find plenty of fresh, green grass to eat. When she is tired she will often sit down and gaze into the valley far below. She can see many acres of cherry, pear and apple orchards, many vineyards where the purple grapes hang in huge clusters on the green vines, and fields of hay, in the sunlight. When the sun has set, Lizbeth knows that it is time to go home. She gathers the cattle and goats together, and starts down the mountain-side. When it rains, Lizbeth stays at home. Her mother teaches her to make beautiful lace and fine embroidery, for which the Swiss people are noted. The Swiss people have been helping the people of other countries in Europe, who are not so well off as they. They have been inviting children from the countries around them—and from Britain, too—to spend a long holiday in Switzerland. OUR ENGLISH SECTION.
