Evening star., 1938-01-23

many VI AAC1 IC0OcIS lAQ OcllSHtIuI
On the other hand, some OF her lines
reveal serious thought-and Julia her.
self rather prefers serious poetry.
How did she start writing? Well,
It's . story that began when Julia
was only 2 years old and gave her
first public reading in church. She
was scarcely more than q baby, OF
course, but. even then she seemed to
have q feeling for the rhythmical
lines she recited. Her love of poetry
grew stronger and she appeared In
other programs. But it was not until
she was 7 and happened to be sick
in bed that 1t was discovered that she,
too. could write verse.
When the words she put together to
pass away the duh hours began to
rhyme. Julia was so charmed she
almost forget she was ILL.,
From that day on she's written
verse. and in practically everything
she sees or does she finds q possible
thought for q poem.
HERE are few lines from one OF
her poems. "Old Mr.. Turtle"
which Is typical Of her work:
What cares he for dark, dark nights
Or wind or storms or rain?
He pulls his head inside his house
Till sunshine comes again."
A few verses from another poem,
THE Frog" follow:
He hops in the garden and meadow,
And rambles around in the grass.
His eyes are as big as two saucers
And shine in the sunlight like glass.
while they are all over his forehead,
His mouth is all over his chin.
He really is horrid to look at.
With freckles all over his skin.
But he Is the friend OF the garden.
He eats all the insects and ants
And things that destroy the flowers
And ruin the delicate plants.
"He hops in the garden and meadow
And hurries along by the stream:
He leaps to the cup Of . lily
And settles himself for q dream"
Julia explained that while spend
ing part of last summer in New
England she found q frog and kept
him as pet for two days.
IT STUDIED him and looked him
over" she said. And then wrote
the poem"
She has written numerous poems
about insects and animals. Perhaps
you remember the verse entitled Billy
and Mamie Go on q Lark which
was published on this page two weeks
ago. She likes poems Oh goats, and
one Of hers. Naughty Nanny" won
prize from q magazine when she
was only 10.
Julia did not spend all OF her
New England vacation studying ami
mails. however. Here are q few verses
from her poem THE Church of New
England" which also was written
last summer:
There's an organ that's quaint and
old-fsshioned.
And the pews are all covered with
dust,
But the church will be standing forever
Though the bell shall be silent with
rust.
In the pulpit's dusty old Bible
That the mice have been nibbling
for years.
And the queer little hymnals are COW
With crennne that's faded with
tears.
I'm the church Is q quaint fowered
carpet
That is moth-eaten down to the floor
And it reaches from window TO window
And from altar to fashioned
door.
There's IN old shaker stove In the
That has famed with birch hogs in
its days.
But the church = deserted forever,
All the dear ones have long passed
away"
THOUGH she enjoys having hel
poetry published. Julia writes many
verses for special occasions. q Mothers
Day poem being among the gifts she
annually gives to her mother.
A student at the John Quincy
Adams School, she is editor of the
children's poetry page and frequently
contributes to its columns. Her poems
are all typed on a typewriter she
received as q Christmas gift year
ago.
Next 10 poetry-which she prefers
to any other subject-she likes music
and Is skilled pianist.
The two form an ideal combinat ton,
In her opinion.