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The Tiny Folk
(A real story of real children for very young children) I
One part of the orchard was I most beautiful sight this warm June morning. The sunbeams had finally coaxed the cherry blos- soms from their snug green buds. and now the Whole tree was a mass of lovely white blnnm. Busy bees buzzed hungrily among the flowers seeking honey for their hive. Early that very morning Mr. Robin Redbreast. had perched on the topmost branch and sang and sang. Perhaps he was happy be- cause it was a lovely day, Per- haps he was happy because of the four new baby rnbins in the nest up on the electric light post. But what is most likely he was perhaps remembering the juicy red chcrrics that were on that same trce last surnnier. Robins ‘in love cherries. Would that be what he was singing for?
Mrs. Page and Laurie heard that happy song, and came to stand at the window in watch.
"isn't that tree beautiful. Muni- tny'.“’
Yeslr‘i’r1a_\' tiicro wt~ro Just a few blimms and now the whole tree is
ct-vered." Lauiie said. “Ycs." agrci-(l his llltb'tlll"l', “it is a lovely sight. I just lme to
see the cherry and apple trees lll blnssoiii“
"Could we take a picture of it, Mnmmy'."' Laurie asked eagerly.
“l'm Stilt‘ we could. We'll go right now while the sunshine is coming from the right direction Tm‘ t\ grind picture. l‘ll get the camera.“
"l-lcie C0lll(‘ Susan and Daxid. Could we all be in the picture ton?“ inquired Laurie.
Mrs. Page laughed. ‘‘I suppose hy the time I'm ready ill have all the children. cats. and (logs on Playtime Lane in the picture. But come along anywa_v."
Laurie ran out the door to tell Susan and David. then all three children raced fur the cherry tree. Susan and Laurie tried to scram- ble up on to the lowest branch while David and Frisky watched
from bcliiw.
"You two come down out of there," called Mrs. Page. "Do you think you are the robins'."’
"Aren't your going to take our pictiire?" they asked together.
"Yes. but by the tree. not up in the tree. Now gather in one spot. Susan. you hold down one
branch and Laurie and David can see if there are any bees in the blossoms." suggested Mrs. Page.
It tnok a few minutes to get everyone in position. Mrs. Page snapped one shot, and was just going in take another when she lnnked beside her. There was Frisky standing with the saddest look on his face. He looked first at Mrs. Page then at the chil- dren.
By Thorton
THE BITEB BITTEN
Who bites should ever keep in mind The bitten may return in kind. ——Old Mother Nature
Tuuslehead. the young kingfisher, was really out in the Great World. He had wandered far down the Big River from the nest in ii bank where he had started out. He no longer saw his parents, Rattles and Mrs. Rattles. You see, they had their own fishing grounds and seldom went beyond them. There had been eight young king- fisher: of whom Touslehead was the first out or the nest. One had been caught by Faico the Duck Hawk. Touslehead had seen it happen. It was then that he first learned to be afraid. The rest of the )’0UlllZ klngfishers were scat- tered along the Big River on both shores.
So far Tuusleliead had lived wholly on fish. Hr had become a really good fisherman, and he set-
"(ii'ncioiis, l*'risk_v, your fcclittgs'."'
"He wants his too,‘ added Laurie.
His mother smiled. "I think .V0u'i'e quite right. He is feeling left. out. Run along. Frisky, with the children." He needed no sec- ond invitation.
He bounced over to the cherry tree and stood on his hind legs with his feet against the trunk. Click! went the camera for an- 0”"‘|‘ Picture. then another.
"Don't pull down too hard on that limb. children," warmed Mrs. Page. "it might break."
Just as she spoke, the end of the branch snapped off in Susan‘: hand. She looked startled and ra- ther scared. "Never mind that's all right," Mrs. Page soothed, “we'll have cherry blossoms in the house. I'm sure I got three good pictures of you all, includ- ing Frisky and the cherry tree. That's all for this time. Run along now and play."
who hurt latighcd Susan. picture taken
As he turned to run after the'
others, Laurie called to his mo- ther. "Thanks. Mommy, for 13k. ing our pictures. Now we'll have a cherry tree picture, but we'll have cherry blossoms as well. it's too bad Mr. Robin Tiedbreast couldn't be in it too. You said we'd have all the children and dogs in Playtime Lane, but there was only one clog after all."
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ANNUAL MEETING
PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND HISTORICAL SOCIETY
City Council Chambers City Hall, Charlottetown
MONDAY, JUNE 7th, 1954
RM.
(Results of Legends & Folklore Contest will be announced).
All interested citizens cordially invited
W. Burgess
ram went hungry for I long time. As yet, he had not found a good fishing place of which he might take posession.
This morning. he had come to it new place. There was I sandy beach It little way from where he had chosen ii perch on I dead limb of a tree at the Water's edge Ht‘ had been sitting there only I few minutes when he saw I brown
‘head out in the water. it was
moving down along the shore. to- Wt-il‘(.i him.
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lin I brown coat came out of the water on the beach. It was one of Jerry Muskrat: family, young, but fully grown, and the first musk- rat that Touslehead had even seen out of water. He forgot all about watching for fish. He watched his new neighbor instead.
The young muskrat went into the \’ater at I certain place. and dived. A moment. or two later he came up with something in his mouth. It was a mussel, as fresh water clams are called. The young muskrat opened it. ate the clam. and dropped the empty shell It the edge of the water.
"Did it taste good?” Touslehead.
The young muskrat looked up at him. "There is nothing better," said he.
The young muskrat opened three clams. Two of these he ate. The third one he had just opened when something startled him and he dropped it. plunged into the water Ind diving. When he came up he was well out in the Big River and swimming away. ’I‘ousle- head watched him until sure he wasn't coming back. Then. out of curiosity, he flew down to see what that was his brown-coated neighbor had said WILS so good. For I moment or two he eyed it suspiciously. than he picked it out iof the shell and swallowed it. It ;was good. It was very good. He 'wl.shcd he could have another.
l He flew back up to his perch, that} dead limb above the water. Looking down he saw something
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Report Kids
Too Crafty Now for Fairy Tales
MONTREAL, to Pi — Canadian kids are far too crafty to be fooled by fairy tales.
That was the consensus here among teachers. Plycholaglate and counsellors. queried about I story from mgland that Dr. John D. Kershaw, medical health officer at Colchester. believes Cinderella has a bail influence on children.
Dr. Kerahaw told A meeting that the story of Cinderella's conquest of Prince Charming makes modem girls expect the same. Boys. too. get starry-eyed notions about beau- tiful rich princesses. .
Little Red Riding Hood earlier fell into disfavor in England. when I national teachers’ conference dc- cided the wolf‘s masquerade in grandmother's clothing taught chil- dren deceit. .
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“Phooey," was the general re- action here to the English reports. A McGill university psychologist declared “children are fully aware of the make-believe aspects of fairy tales and early learn to dis- tinguished fact from fancy.
“I like to see my children read- ing these stories. But comic books —now that's another story."
One source expressed surprise the children had ever heard of Ctnderelia.What with the deluge of men and-beauties from Mars dis- played in comic books.
TEACHERS HORRIFIED
Teachers were horrified It the thought. of Cinderella disappearing from book shelves.
"Children love Cinderella and are always asking us to read it to them," said a grade 1 teacher.
“To the little ones. Cinderella is just A story. Maybe they dream about it but there Ire certainly no’ lasting effects."
A consulting psychologist said "It's normal for children to dream. and if fairy tales encourage them to dream. this is not bad."
Children must be carefully taught to realize the responsibility of mar- riage whether they have read fairy tales or not, he said.
A marriage counsellor said it in not the youths. but older folk, who are incorrigible romanticist.s—older couples whose children have mar- ried and left home.
TRANSPORT VOTER!
ACCRA. Gold Coast (Reuters)-— Gold Coast voters in remote areas will be brought to the polls in the June 15 election in four-wheel-drive vehicles and canoes. The special vehicles will be provided in Dangbe-Shai constituency, where heavy rains threaten to isolate some villages.
very shaliow there. He was sure now that this was one of thou things that muskrat had dived for, and brought ashore. I-le_dived himself‘. thrusting his bill in be- tween the shells of that half- opened clam. Instantly those shells closed tight on the tip of his big stout bill. Tousiehead flopped to shore, dragging that clam still holding fast. to the tip of his bill.
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