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h I Children's Corner. i I


h I Children's Corner. i I I BY UNCLE JOHN I I MY OWN PORTRAIT. I I 50W that we are settling down into a big I family circle, it is only natural that we snoiiid begin to omimeiit the vails cf toe Children's Corner" with picture? and portraits. I had been thinking for some time of doing something to bring us into eitill closer touch, when Uncle Harold, the artist, came in one day to have a chat II with-me. 1 woa-s busy at the time, so he wo.itetf patiently and sat watching me. .When 1 was quite ready to talk nicely to him he handed me a sketch portrait of Uncle John bu-sywhich he had made. But that was not all. He went upfitaire I to the a:rti.t'lj room afterwards, and had a few minutes' gossip with Uncle Stanley. 1 Then the two met Uncle J.D.W. and Uncle I I William, and, between them, they agreed I to present to me ajid to all my nephews and nieces of the Children's Corner," a drawing of myself as the head of the "Corner" family. Uncle Stanley had actually used Uncle Harold's sketch to make a metal block of it for the leader." Here it ie:— "UNCLE JOHN" BUSY T will not trouble you with the specch I delivered in returning thnnks to them on your behalf. Of courwc, it was line, and it so impressed them that I feel sure we shall soon have other portraits presented to us. So we will wait for further pictures from) them. and juat glance at the little letters on the table. Artiiii. tseber, Iona House, Borough-road, | Lovghor,, writes:— Dear Uncle .John,-l have not written to you this long time, and now I will send you it. piece of poetry and a good joke. 11 THE OLD, OLD SONG. I When all the world is young, lad, I And all the trees are gr. And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then, hey for boat and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must, have its course, lad, And every dog its day. Dear Uncle John,—I am sending some stories ortl riddles, and I hope to win some- thing I sent in before, but did not have an answer. I VERY SAD. I Mother (who ha-s heard the eound of sobs I coming from the bed-room); Why, whatever is t,he matter my dear? Have you had a bad dream? Bobbie: Boo-hoo, yea! I dreamt I had a lovely big bag of toffee, but I woke up before I bad time to eat it. A LITTLE iVFTSTAKE. I Willie Fly (who had accidentally flown under a water-cart): Dear, dear! How suddenly the weather changes in thost- parti! Why, only just now the snn was shining, and now I've run into one of the worst thunder storms I've known for a lonz time. I NOT A BAD ANSWER. Teacher: Now, Willie, tell me, what is j blotting paper? Willie (brightly): Please, sir, blotting j paper is something you hunt about for while the ink is getting dry. I (Forgot to put in name.) Ivy Hill, 12, Bohui)-6treet, Brynhyfryd, comes next with- THE SAME OLD AXSWBS. I Teacher: What is a mau-o'-war? Scholar: A cruiser. Teacher.: What make-, it go? Scholar: Its screw, sir. Teacher: What is on board her? Scholar: Its crew, air. Teacher: You're a. very smart scholar, indeed. Where were you borii? I Scholar: At Crewe, sir. TO COME SOOX, I When we have a little more room, we I will give the poetry, Mary Jones and Her Bible," by Mr. 0. E. Hughes. Mumbles.

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