Randy Pressmen at PRESSMENS - HASTINGS Print & Copy Centre "Quality & Service You Can Count On!"

The Neat Little Bookshop gets all its printing from Pressmens - Hastings, 71 Argyle St., N. Caledonia tel.: 905-765-4757. Randy and Perry Martindale began the business over twenty-five years ago. People in our neighbourhood making everyday a pleasure!

Photo by Lorna

Humpty Dumpty to Alice, Looking-Glass

I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
~ ~

I said it very loud and clear:
I went and shouted in his ear.
But he was very stiff and proud:
He said, 'You needn't shout so loud!'

Chap. 6, Humpty Dumpty

Thought for Today:

"Now I declare that's too bad!" Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into a sudden passion.
"You've been listening at doors ~ and behind trees ~ and down chimneys ~ or you couldn't have known it!"
"I haven't indeed!" Alice said very gently. "It's in a book."
"Ah, well! They may write such things in a book," Humpty Dumpty said in a calmer tone.

Humpty Dumpty and Alice,
Looking-Glass, Chap. 6, Humpty Dumpty

Photo Normandale by Lorna

Smile for Today:

"The worst gift is a fruitcake. There is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other."

~ Johnny Carson, late night comedian

The Robert Wood Singers presented their spring concert on Sunday, June 5 in Welland, Ontario.
One of their selections was Grandma's Killer Fruitcake.

Congratulations on a well-done performance. Thank you for your music!

"No Limit to the Number of Lives . . . "
Always the sense of adventure, excitement and anticipation
~ Louis L'Amour

Books Good Books

Chiefswood Park (Click 3x on photo)

SHADOW RIVER ~ E. Pauline Johnson
(TEKAHIONWAKE)
A stream of tender gladness,
Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skies;
Of warm midsummer air that lightly lies
In mystic rings,
Where softly swings
The music of a thousand wings
That almost tones to sadness.

Midway 'twist earth and heaven,
A bubble in the pearly air, I seem
To float upon the sapphire floor, a dream
Of clouds of snow,
Above, below,
Drift with my drifting, dim and slow,
As twilight drifts to even.

The little fern-leaf, bending
Upon the brink, its green reflection greets,
And kisses soft the shadow that it meets
With touch so fine,
The border line
The keenest vision can't define;
So perfect is the blending.

The far, fir trees that cover
The brownish hills with needles green and gold,
The arching elms o'erhead, vinegrown and old,
Repictured are
Beneath me far,
Where not a ripple moves to Shades underneath, or over. Exerpt from Shadow River,Flint and Feather, E. Pauline Johnson, 1912