CANADIAN  Jlw IS & *� WrSr
All contributions for the Junior Section must to sent to Canadian Jewish Review, 319 Bay Street, Toronto, Ontario. Any girl or boy is welcome to join our section and to contribute poems, essays, stories, riddles, etc. Just fill out this little card and mail it at once. Review Junior Section:
would like to join the Cousin Family of the Canadian Jewish Review.
My name is......................
I live at..........................
lam..................years of age.
Welcoming a new cousin . . . Pearl M. Cardstein, of Freeman, Ont., who has sent us a nice letter and some riddles for Our Riddle Box.
Dear Cousins:
This must perforce be a short letter, because the "Powers That Re in Press-Room- Dom" have not been at all nice lately. When I write a long letter, they cut it short; and sometimes when I write a really tiny one, they don't put it in at all' Which is not at all as 1 would like it to be. Something must to done!! But what? ... In the meanwhile, we won't worry about it, because I have something important to write about. It's our next competition ! Now that school and exams arc all over, our cousinful family has oodles of time to srxmd together. So our next competition subject, will be "How 1 Would Like to Spend the Summer?" . . . You can go anywhere, in any fashion, and do most anything you like (in your letter). And best of all, you can take anybody with you . . . even some or all of our cousins. Come along! Let's start! Send your story or letter in at once.
Cousin Judith.
MAIL BAG
R.R. No. 1, Freeman, Ont.
June  16,   1914.
Dear Cousin Judith:
Fver since the Junior Section appeared in the Canadian Jewish Review I have wanted to l>ecome a cousin of yours, but put it ofT week by week until to-day. I hope: you will accept me as such, I live out in the country as the address shows. Enclosed please find some riddles, etc., which I hope you will have space for. Will conclude, wishing you and the page every success.
Your country cousin,
Pearl Muriel Cardstein.
My dear Country Cousin:
Which, of course, makes me think of the story of the country mouse who came to visit his city cousin. (This visit of yours is not going to turn out as per that story, so do not fear, cousin mine!) I can think of nothing that I wou'd like more than spending days and days and days in the country, right now. For I really am frightfully lonesome for "a swimmin' hole," and woodsy places, and long, lazy ful days. Won't you tell us more a tout where you live, and about how you spend your days. Thanks very rnuf h for the riddles.  And do visit us often1
Cousin Judith.
Cabri, Sask., June 10, 1924.
Dear Cousins:
I am sending you a list of the Book Nook. These are my favourite books. Will come and visit again soon.
Your Cousin,
E. M. G.
Dear E. M. G., of Cabri:
You see we have another cousin in Toronto, whose initials are V. M. G. . . . and we mustn't get the two of you confused.     Especially  since  we  haven't
heard from our Toronto V. M. G. for ages. I wonder why? . . . However, to get back to you. I have read nine of the twelve books you mentioned . . . and seen several of the plays. And once (let me whisper it) I took part in one- "As You Like It" . . . and enjoyed every minute of it, even the terrible moments when my make up almost came off, and I nearly tripped over a pseudo-tree-stump. Do visit us again ... a much longer visit.
Cousin Judith.
Dear Cousin David:
I was very much surprised to see my name in last week's Review. I am sending you some riddles which I hope will be good enough to be put in this week's Review. I think a subject for your next competition would be what you are going to do in the summer. From your dear cousin,
Saul Halpern.
Dear Saul:
As thou sayest, so let it be! Suppose we call our next competition "What I Would Like to Do This Summer." Will you send in your entry soon? How did you do at school? We are using your riddles, this week.   Let us have some
more.
Cousin David.
A BIT OF FUN
A schoolmistress had been discoursing to her class on the subject of miraculous happenings. At the end of her lesson she wanted to see if the boys had clearly understood the drift of her remarks. "Now, boys," she said, "suppose that one day you were walking along the street and you saw a painter fall from a ladder, crash down into the road, alighting on the top of his head." There was an instant stir of excitement in the class. This was something like business. "Suppose," the teacher went on disappointingly, "you saw the painter get up quite calmly and walk up the ladder again, what would you call that?" Silence. Disgust written large on each boyish countenance. One voice answered, "An accident."
l"No, no," the teacher frowned impatiently. "Remember what I've been saying. I'll put it more strongly. Suppose that a second time this man fell from the ladder headlong into the street and rose uninjured and went back to his work. What would you call it then?" The boys exchanged furtive glances, but there was a dead silence. "Miracle" never occurred to any of them. "Think," the teacher implored them. "Suppose that a third time the man fell into the street, and a third time arose to his feet and ascended once more. What would you call it then?" But still the magic word eluded them. At last one boy, blushing to his ears, stammered out: "P-please Miss, I should call it an� an 'abit."
FOR OUR COUSINS WHO LIKE TO MAKE THINGS
An Indian Pipe
Next time you are playing "Indians," take a long piece of thin stick�as long as you like�and whittle one end to nearly a point. On this end fix a large cotton-reel, by boring a hole in the side of the latter, and inserting the stick. Paint the reel any bright colour and then, about an inch away from it, along the stem of the pipe, tie a brightly coloured tassel. Shape of? the other end of the pipe stem so that it forms a mouthpiece, and the Indian pipe is fin ished.
HAVE WE MADE OURSELVES CLEAR?
"Now, my good woman," said the learned judge, "you must give an answer in the fewest possible words of which you are capable, to the plain and ample question whether, when you were cross-
ing the street with the baby on your arm, and the omnibus was coming down on the right side and the cab on the left, and the brougham was trying to pass the omnibus, you saw the plaintiff between the brougham and the cab, or whether and|fwhen you saw him at all, and whether or not near the brougham, cab and omnibus, or either, or any two and which of them respectively, or how it was.
POETS' CORNER
TO ONE WHO PLANTS TREES
While these saplings stand, Grown to graceful trees,
Glad shall be the land That you planted these.
Death your hands may bind And your voice may cease;
'Neath them men will find laziness and peace;
Glory in their sheen When October burns;
Guerdon when the green Hope of spring returns.
While these saplings stand, Grown to graceful trees.
Glad shall be the land That you planted these.
�John Hanlon.
POETS' CORNER
Old Enchantment
Twilight plays poet to the city street, Working strange magic in a misty tide;
Slipping up alleys on unhurried feet, Where common shapes that day has petrified
Struggle to life, as though some spirit tried,
Deep in the stone and steel, for one
hushed hour, To shake the cerements of death aside At summons of an old enchanter's power. Black in the shadows voiceless monsters
cower,
And  sprawling  things are partially described;
Vague battlements and massive turrets lower,
Romantic   facts   that   sunlight   had denied;
Tall phantoms stalk in mystery and pride,
And unseen armies pass in still retreat. . .
While, working magic in a misty tide, Twilight plays poet to the city street.
�Ben Ray Redman.
BOOK NOOK
Sent in by E. M. G., of Cabri. The Lone Trail Ranger. Long Live the King. The Son of Monte Cristo. The Promise. Scott's Talisman. I vanhoe.
A Tale of Two Cities. Betty Jane.
The Trail of the I^onesome Pine. The Merchant of Venice. Edith Lyle's Secret. As You Like It.
Sent in by E. M.D., of Cabri.
ISRAEL SHALL BE FREE!
Down through the ages, from sire to son, God's promise to Israel is handed on, "Though your trials be many, my will shall be done,
And Israel Shall be Free!"
Patiently suffering through the years, Patiently suffering nations' jeers, God's word has dried a nation's tears, "All Israel Shall be Free!"
Fleeing from Russian Cossack's hate, Fleeing from Turkish soldier's bait, Yet God has fixed a nation's fate, "Israel Shall be Free!"
"My light shall lead them to their home, My voice will bid them back to come, From their own land no more to roam, And Israel Shall be Free!"
�Harold Lax, Montreal.
my description of cousin david
Massive figure
Big as an elephant
Wide as a moor
Weak aB an infant;
Two miles of brain
Which he never uses a tenthfold
Or even as much
As to keep him in hold.
He is always in the study
Answering my story so funny
And always a-holding
A few sheets a-folding.
H. Dime.
Well! Well! Well! Whatever shall 1 say to that? To begin with, I am so flattered. After all it isn't everybody who can boast of having poems written about their charms. . . . Thank you so much, Himie. Nunno! I don't say the description is exactly correct, but . . . here and there, it has hit upon my weak spots . . .!!!
AUNTIE'S SKIRTS
Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound; They trail behind her on the floor And trundle after through the door.
�Robert Louis Stevenson.
SYSTEM
Every night my prayers I say And get my dinner every day, And every day that I've been good I get an orange after food.
The child that is not clean and neat, With lots of toys and things to eat, He is a naughty child, I'm sure, Or else his dear papa is poor.
�Robert Louis Stevenson.
AT THE SEASIDE
When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
�Robert Louis Stevenson.
RAIN
The rain is raining all around It falls on field and tree;
It rains on the umbrellas here And on the ships at sea.
�R.L.S.
(which   everybody   knows   means Robert Louis Stevenson.)
THE RIDDLE BOX
And why did the hal! stand? Because it saw the door step.
Also, why did the bread roll? Because it saw the butter-fly.
Why can negroes be trusted with secrets?
Because they always keep dark.
Contributed by P. M. Gardstein, R.R. No. 1, Freeman, Ont.
Questions
1. Why are big people the laziest?
2. What is it that has a face and hands and never washes them?
3. Use me well, and I am everybody, scratch my back and I am no one?
Answers
1. As they are the longest in bed.
2. A clock.
3. A looking glass.
Sent in by Saul Halperin.
There was a lx>at and it had a thousand people in it, and yet not a single person person in it. How could it be? The\ were all married.
As I was walking on London bridge, I looked into a window. I saw two ladies dressed in white, They took the fever and died at night. What was it?   Two candles.
You never know, you cannot guess,
What harm a little lie may do; There's just one way that's safe and sure,
And that is just be always true,
Said the teacher to the class: "Who built the walls of which arouad what, and why?"