MORE COMPETITION WINNERS.

Auckland Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 87, 13 April 1927, Page 21

MORE COMPETITION WINNERS.

THE FAMILY ON HOLIDAY. (Third, Myrtle Addison, 11, Sherwood Avenue, Grey Lynn. Age 14.) "Mum, where's mv stud?'' shouted Dad. "Mum, come and fix my tie,"' called another voice. Poor "Mum" was in great demand. The explanation was that three-year-old cousin Jim, who had been staying with us, was returning home with our family. Jack, the eldest, is nearly eighteen, wears gay ties, silk socks, and thinks no end of himself. I come next; lam fourteen. Then comes Dave, a freckled young-ter of thirteen, and Betty, a little elf with gold-brown curls, and as mischievous as an imp. Dad was certain we would miss the train, but mother assured him that there was plenty of time. At last, despite the fact that Dad after packing his case discovered that the key was at the bottom and had to unpack, we arrived at the station. When we rushed on the platform to our dismay we saw the train leaving. "There," said Dad, in a tone of melancholy pride, "I told you so." "Well," broke in Jack, "it's your fault for making us late." Luckily a quarrel was averted by the arrival of the train, for the one* that we had seen was the wrong one. After a tedious journey, we reached Papakura. No one to meet us! "You can borrow a trap here," said Jim. We did so. Jack offered to drive, but Dad put his foot down on that idea. Everything went well till we arrived at the gate, then something went wront*. Dad and Mum landed gracefully on a gorse bush. What Dad 6aid can't be recorded here. Dave and I selected a nice pile of stones. Jack descended in an undignified heap by the roadside, while Jim and Betty, being lighter, sailed over the fence and landed at Uncle's feet. Such was Jim's homecoming.

(Fourth, Helen Kell, c/o Mrs. Sands, Kitchener Road, Takapuna. Age 14.) Little Cousin Jim, who is onlv three years old, has been staying with'us five weeks, but to-morrow we are going back with him to his country home. As Jimmie is a real terror, f shall not be sorry to see him handed over once more to his mother. Father and mother. Jack (aged Tom (aged 13), Phyllis (aged 11), and myself are all going. We all wish Jack were not coming, as he is a real spoil-sport, and thinks himself superior to us "kids" as he calls us. "Come on, come on!" yells exasperated Father, "the taxi is here and I feel sure we'll miss the train. Whv aren't you ready?" T)ceans of time,' <;almlv assures Mother, giving a last touch to her hat, "we're coming." "Why, where is Tom?" asked Phvllis. "Tom! Tom!" shouts Father, * and soon the culprit appears, observing that he has just been making sure that Freddie is feeding his rabbits. "Not a minute to spare," "lares father. At last we arrive at the station, and after father has seen that the luggage is safely in the van, and hustled us all into our carriage, he seats himself. As the train is 6teaming out of the station, to his dismay, father discovers he has lost his pipe, and has to settle down to a smokeless journey. After several hours travel." we alight at the station where my L ncle's car awaits us. In half-an-hour we are at our journey s end, and after receiving a hearty welcome, we set to to unpack crushed and ruined garments and hats which have been bundled in tlie portmanteau. However, all's well that ends well, and we are promised a very happy holidaj ob the farm.