The Electrode – Vol. 4. February, 1927 No. 7. – page 204
WEE HUGHIE.
He’s gone to school, wee Hughie,
An’ him not four,
Sure I sae the fright was in him
When he left the door.
But he took a hand o’ Denny,
An’ a hand o’ Dan,
Wi’ Joe’s owld coat upon him -
Och, the poor wee man!
He cut the quarest figure,
More stout nor thin;
An’ trottin’ right an’ steady
Wi’ his toes turned in.
I watched him in the corner
O’ the big turf stack,
An’ the more his feet went forrit,
Still his head turned back.
He was lookin’ would I call him -
Och, my heart was woe -
Sure it’s lost I am without him,
But he be to go.
I followed to the turnin’;
When they passed it by,
God help him, he was cryin’,
An’ maybe, so was I.
-Elizabeth Shane.
The new term of the new year commenced at Lutana Free Kindergarten on February 3rd, and 35 little Hughies, with little susters as well, have taken “a hand o’ Denny an’ a hand o’ Dan,” and started on the gentle beginning of school with Miss Trappes at Kindergarten.
Central Committee, which is composed of representatives from each of the four Kindergartens, Central-street, Federal-street, Anglsea-street and Lutana, held its first meeting on Tuesday, February 8th. Each kindergarten reported larger numbers of children on the role for this year than at the same time last year, which speaks well for the appreciation of Kindergarten training, and the kindy help of the teachers.
Lutana Committee held its first meeting for this year on Wednesday, February 9th. The Social Committee reported that the Thursday night dancing classes have not been paying lately, so that on Mr. E. Borehams’s recommendation, it is proposed to hold a dance on alternate Wednesdays at the Moonah Community Hall, instead, as is in a more central position.
Consideration is being given to obtain a sandpile for the children to play in; and a spot which the Committee thought suitable was chosen near the small gate by Mrs. Grubbs’s store. A working bee is to be called together, and a suitable edging erected, then some generous friend is to be approached for two loads of white sand. After that the busy-bees will be of the next generation, and buckets and spades will be the order of the day. And the times when-
“I followed to the turnin’;
When they passed it by.
God help him, he was cryin’,
An’, maybe, so was I,”
are over; for the little ones run off so happily to Kindergarten that no mother need feel sore at heart at sparing her little one for a few hours, while his small feet are learning to walk strongly on the road of life; for the Kindergarten “road” is a pathway smoothed and bordered with sweet bright flowers.