Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-11-13

arms, seemed proudly sensitive or Tom
my's behavior toward her. Peter
Pans acting was poor. One recognized
the role by the faithful following out
of the attractive costume rather than
by-but who could be expected to
copy such a perfect model as our stage
gavef One small boy, burlesGuing Lit
tie Eva, was truly comical. Nature,
besides giving him eyes and long
yellow curfs, had also given him a tai
ent for comedy. Dressed in a fussy
white frock with blue sash, he was
constantly starting to clip the shining
curls and bestow them as dying to-
kens or else with angelic expression
exclaiming, "Try to be as good as |
am, Uncle Tom"
A departure was made by a brother
and sister, but because of its sugges-
ton of Puritan days, and so of the orig
inal Thanksgiving, the DEPRESSION was
overlooked. The boy and girl repre-
scented the childhood of Miles Standish
and Priscilla, which certainly the poem
does not give, and with hands to their
eyes WCAC frequently lOOhluS Std WdLu
for the Mayf1ower and hungrily long
ing for the goodies aboard her.
The part most exquisitely taken was
by a poetic faced little escl of unusual
beauty, who, dressed as the son of a
rough woOdsman, wandered from her
forest home. With rapt expression she
dreamily told us this and gave really
lovely dissertations of dragon flies har-
messed to flowers and of the mysteries
of the stars, night and mountain lake.
None of us guessed this character, so
artistically taken, simply for the rea-
son that we were unfamiliar with that
translated and beautiful tale 'The
Story Without an Ending"
With the announcement of dinner
these sons and daughters of fiction
were ushered to a table all their own.
At each plate, instead Of a name card,
was an inexpensive but appropriate
favor. A china cat and grotesque pa
per COLLINS greeted "Alice" from Won
derland," while toy dustpan and broom
awaited Grizel, next to Tommy's plate,
which was partially surrounded by
miniature desk, pen and books.
A rag doll negro, Uncle Tom,~
guarded Little Eva's seat. All the chill
dren had been taught the first verse of
ny Country" which they sang In uni
o before being seated. Listening to
discordant little voices making shrill
but sweet melody, we older ones
scarcely did justice to oysters, turkey
salad, pies and ices, SO fascinated were
we by that literary and dramatic table
and In seeing who would win the prize
by best sustaining his or her character.
It was a tie between the woodland
child and Little Eva-strange contrast.
Fortunately the effective but not cost
ly bonbon prize could be divided with
out injury to either half.
And so during that happy last Thurs
day in November those children were
not only unconsciously instructed,
taught patriotism, but also, unknown
to themselves, were tested as to any la
tent talent within them.
"It wouldn't have cost much more"
exclaimed my friend in returning cross
town and In seeing a group of gaudily
attired boys and girls trying to appear
gay as the notes of a tin-canny hurdy
gurdy sounded, "for these youngsters
to play as the others did. That was the
prettiest sight I'VE seen in many a day.
But" relentingly, this may have
evolved from that. Who knowsT