Article June 9, 1956 Issue

SINGING ON THE STILTS

MARGUERITE NEWHALL PHALEN

Quietness reigned early one morning. Into this stillness came a clear, melodious song. With joyous trills a little bird was gratefully pouring forth its wholehearted approval of life. As the writer walked along a pathway, listening to the carefree caroling, she thought how often David of Biblical days had turned to song for comfort, for courage, and to offer paeans of praise to God.

Continuing on her way, again she was greeted with glad song— this time from the lips of a child at play. Coming toward her was a radiantly alive little girl, blonde curls flying, towering above her on high red stilts. Beaming with happiness and exuberance, the child was singing aloud. Although the child was a stranger, her joy was so contagious that it penetrated the contemplations of the writer, who commented, "Looks like fun!"

Back came a lilting voice: "Oh, it is. Such fun!"

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