Knowl County Magazine 1951
Knowl County Magazine 1951
Spring is here Spring is here
Hear the sparrows cry.
Now is the best part of the year,
When birds start to fly
The skylark sings a gay wee song,
The blackbird sings his own,
The robin searches still for food:
They had no cover when fields were mown
The pretty violets open,
The daffodils ring,
The crocus grows up
And the flowers all sing.
The leaves are awakening,
The corn struggles through,
The seeds man did sow:
But 'tis God makes them grow.
In spring, England is a very beautiful country. People from all ever the world know about it. In Kew Gardens which are in London one or two snowdrop shoots can be seen very early but when one wants to see the real spring, one must go out to the wild countryside where daffodils grow and frisky rabbits flash by and birds sing merrily in the sky.
Soon swallows will be coming and the sun shining brightly and a fresh breeze singing as it goes along.
Spring is a wonderful time for all nature.
The Birds in Spring.
One morning in May
As I was going my way,
I heard songbirds singing
Like many bells ringing.
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May
I heard a chorus of them,
In the deep dale.
All the birds sing,
In the season of spring.
All through the months,
I hear their voices ring.
The Mystery of the Gypsy's Treasure
John finds out"I tell you I did see that gypsy" exclaimed John. "Well, where did you see him?" asked his pal Bill.
"I was just walking along, enjoying the air, when he dashed across my path with a box under his arm".
The boys had been watching the movements of some gypsies who had been acting strangely and John had come running into the tool shed.
A Clue"Mmm...yes...mmm - very interesting indeed" muttered John's father as he read the morning paper "Very interesting indeed".
"What is dad?" queried John. "Some treasure which is very valuable has been stolen from a house on the outskirts of London."
John told Bill about the stolen treasure after breakfast "Yes, it might be stolen treasure after all, strangely enough."
A Second Clue.The two chums mounted their bikes and rode over to the gipsies camp... When they arrived they were greeted by a burley gypsy named Pedro.
"Hello - what do you want?" he asked with a strong foreign accent.
"We've come about some treasure" stammered John. "Yes we have" interrupted Bill.
"We have no treasure here and don't mention it to us. Get out and don't come back" the gypsy cried angrily.
The Gypsies Found OutThe boys mounted their cycles and rode home the longest way round.
As they were riding on in silence past a bush John pulled on his brakes hard.
"What..." "Shut up you ass" whispered John "the gypsies are over there."
The boys crawled over to where the gypsies sat.
"Those boys have been interfering with our work concerning the stolen treasure, but never mind them now. You go over to the camp" commanded Pedro.
The rest departed, leaving Pedro behind.
"Ready?" whispered John "Right." Both boys sprang on the gypsy and tied him up. John ran for the police while Bill sat on the gypsy and held him down.
The Reward."A very good deed you have done boys" said the police officer later. "It was the stolen treasure the gypsies had. I think you deserve a reward - and a glass of lemonade."
Visit of the West Riding Quartet
One Thursday in the summer of 1950 a quartet composed of four men came to play for us. The leader had a violin, then there was another violin, a viola and a cello. They had brought with them a horn player from the Halle Orchestra.
After each member had described and demonstrated his instrument, they played solos and quartets by famous composers - Bach, Schubert and Mendelssohn.
At the end we sang "The Ash Grove" to their accompaniment and thanked them for coming.
We all enjoyed their visit and look forward to seeing them again sometime.
David Robert Wright.
A Real Journey by Ship
This journey is one by ship round the "Kyles of Bute" in Scotland.
It was a sunny day as "Jupiter" a paddle steamer bumped against the side of the jetty. "All board for the Kyles of Bute" shouted a sailor as the gangway was pushed down.
At approximately one fortyfive the steamer left Rothesay. It passed round the point of Rothesay coming in to Port Bannertyne. This is a little town with shops and houses and a most notable town for its boats and bicycles which may be hired.
After leaving this little town we came to the narrowest part of the Kyles of Bute which is called "The Narrows". In this stretch of water we passed many buoys which marked out the shallow stretches. We then passed many ships at a place called Tighnabruaich. After that the boat turned into Rothesay harbour and at the same time some porpoises started following the boat.
It had been an enjoyable trip seeing all the most interesting sights, round the Kyles of Bute.