Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

28 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

I NOTES ON REWS. ' I

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HUMOUR OF THE WEEK.I so-

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'!C* GIANT GUNS I I-I

I STILL MORE SHELLS.I

I OBJECTOR'S ALLEGATIONS.I

I MISS ADA REEVE s ENCORE.…

I EXPECTED TRAIN TO TURN OVER.…

I -"ENGLAND WOULD FIGHT ON."…

ISIR W. ROBERTSQN'S ADVICEI

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IHIGH WIND TRAGEDY. I

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ZEPPELIN STRAFER DECORATED…

I LORD CLIVE DEAD.

I COURT OF ESCHEAT.

I FATAL SEAPLANE ACCIDENT.

I LORD ROTHES WOUNDED.

ICINEMA INDISPENSABLES.

LUGGAGE IN HIS LEG.I

CHURCH AND COMMON SENSE. I

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I MOTHER AND HOME. I

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OUR CHILDREN'S CORNER BY UMOLE RALPH. PETER'S BUBBLE. Peter had a Teddy Bear and an engine to piny with and a beautiful gardeu to play in, so he ought to have been very happy. But he wasn't. He was always crying for things he couldn't have. So the fairies made up their minda to teach him a lesson. One day, as Peter was playing in the garden, he saw a beautiful bubble go Seat- ing by with a little fairy man sitting inside it. "I want it, I want it!" cried Peter, hold- ing out his arms. But the little man only kitted his hand to Peter and sailed on in the bubble. Naughty Peter new into a temper at once. "Come back, come back!" he cried, stamping his foot. "Peter wants you." Then as the bubble still sailed on, he ran after it, down the garden, through the gate, and over the nelds and meadows. He tumbled down and cut his knees and tore his smock, but always the bubble noated along in front of him, just out of his reach. until at last it suddenly disappeared, and Peter \vas left alone, miles and miles away from home. And the worst of it was ho was so far awav from home that he did not know his. way" back again. He went along nrst one road and then another, but none of them seemed to bring him any nearer home, and at la-st he sat down on the ground and bursb into tears because he thought he was lost. But Nurse had seen Peter running away and she went after him and found him at last, lying sobbing on the ground, tired and hungrv, with his knees bruised and bleeding' from tumbling down so often. "Now vou see what comes of wantIng tlilllzc, you can't have," she said, and she- carried him home again. MY LOST LETTER. I wrote a letter to my love, I used my very longest pea, But it wa.s stolen in the night By naughty little fairy men Next dc:y I went to Toadstool Town, A;l there I found the wicked thieves, They'd nothing on except their wing's; I always thought that elves wore lealvei3, I made them give my letter back, And then I put it in the box. Next time I go to Toadstool Town I think I'll take those elves some frocks. LADYSHIP. Lady' ship's coach drew up with a flourish before tlt-c' grand entrance of Whitehall, where King Charles the Second of England was hiding his court, and Ladyship herself descended with dignity and shook out the folds cf her tumbled gown. She spoke to a gentleman in black, who seeded to be an usher, and who wa6 staring in amazement at the little figure. "Take me to the King," said Ladyship. "I am Lady Cunovcr." And the usher turned to obey. "My Lady Cunover," he announced, throw- ing open the doors of the King's assembly- room. Ladyship went forward until she stood before the King. "If it p!e<Lse your Majesty, I don't think you know me, but I am a peeress of your kingdom," she said, "and I have a boon to' crave of you." The King smiled at the earnest little face. "Come here, little one," he said, "and te!l me what's amiss. What boon would you have of me?" "My Lord of Dorchester, whose estate borders mine, ha-th had my servant Dick put in prison for stealing. But, indeed, your Maje.sty, he is innocent. I, the Lady of f'1-fH1'c;l.T" .w.c- -.111 t .1J..L'd I 'ru V'O 4-- l1.PV your Majesty to inquire into the matter and see that poor Dick hath justice." The King rose from his seat. "There is no need for me to inquire into. the matter," he said; "the worl of the Lady of Cunover is sumcient. I will send orders to my Lord of Dorchester to let the man go' free." And then the King himself conducted Ladyship to her coach. I THE CONJURING MICE. MIpp€t and Moppet were two little mice Who lived in a hole in a wall, Quito close to the cupboard where cook kept the cheese— They'd nothing to want for at all. But one day a terrible, big tabby cat Came into the kitchen to Rtay, Which terrined Mippet and Moppet po much They were both of them frightened away. They were homeless and friendless, with no- whero to go, And nothing whatever to eat. Said Moppet, "Let's learn to be conjuring mice, And give conjuring shows in the street!" So they did, and they learnt some most wonderful tricks Which they showed to the people each day, Who paid them with nuta and with barley- corn seeds, And they earned a good living this way. I "HUSH-A-BYE, BABY." What can you do with a baby who won't go to sleep? Bobbles didn't know, nor did Peter, who was a dog; nor did Arabella Jane, who was a dolL Bobbles herself was. dreadfully sleepy and wanted ever so much to cuddle down and go off to dreamland. But every time she shut her eylm Baby Buster began to cry. Bobbles didn't know what to do. Nurses was having her supper. Bobbles knew she wouldn't like to be disturbed, but at last she thought she really must call her. So she got sleepily out of bed, and taking Arabella. Jane and Peter and Buster, she began to, walk across to the door to call nurse. Just as she parsed the window she steppe for a moment to look at the moon, which was shining in very roundly and brightly. It seemed to Bobbles just like a great kind face smiling down at her, and she said out. loud, very sleepily: /'PIeaae, Mr. Moon, what would you do to' get a baby to sleep?" "Sing him a lullaby," answered the moon. Bobbles was so sleepy that it didn't seem a bit strange to her that the moon should b& able to speak. And she thought it was a good idea to sing a lullaby to get a baby off to sleep. So she carried Buster back to bed and began to sing: "Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, When the wind blows, your cradle will rock, When the bough breaks, your cradle will fall,, Down will come baby, cradle and aU!" And by the time she had sung it thBough three times, she and Buster and Peter and Arabella Jane were all fast asleep.

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I ROSE FOR NAVAL HEROES.