OUR NEW CORNER.

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 146, 22 June 1929, Page 2 (Supplement)

OUR NEW CORNER.

A variety of subjects were touched on iri this week's "free lance" paragraph competition. The best parts submitted appear below and 4-point certificates have been sent to the writers. Next week's New Corner will be conducted on similar lines, when short paragraphs may be submitted dealing with any subject that the writer may choose. Camp. (Bv Constance Mary Sharpies, 29, Mt. Albert Road, Mt. Albert, age 12.) Christmas has arrived, and we are already in camp. We have spent three delightful days and have only four more, how terrible the thought! Last night was the great night. A midnight feast was to be held. Lo! on awakening just before midnight we found our supper stolen. Rushing out of our tent, we found the other tents being raided. Suit cases were scattered around, and our supper was being devoured.' What joy to chase away the raiders, and after an hour's sport and much laughter, we retired to our beds, tired but happy, although we had missed our feast. Melody. (By Nessie Harrison, 39, Ardmore Road, Heme Bay, age 15.) Yesterday we had a visitor, and my sister was asked to entertain her by playing the piano. She played Pader— (what is that chap's name? He had some whiskers to his name, I think). Anyway, it was a minuet. "Oh, yes. Thank you very much. That was lovely," said our visitor. Then other such classical music was murdered. Our guest applauded. Jane smiled. The next day: "Will you go and practise or shall I bring a stick to help you on the way to the piano?" yelled Mum. Jane went. Then followed all the latest jazz stuff. The next we were treated to was scales, scales and scales. I got suspicious and crept in. There was Jane reading a book which was propped upon the piano, while her fingers wandered aimlessly up and down .the keyboard. "Ha! Caught in the act," I said slowly. Jane jumped up guiltily. "Yes," I continued, "what a good girl Oh, yes, she always does her practise. I'd just love Mrs. May to see you now. I It'd shake her opinion of you, I bet."

"Oh! Those Boys!" TBy Sheila Quinn, Tennyson St., Mt. Ed«i< age 15.) It happened during last Christmqj holidays. My brother and I were staj* ing with our cousins in the country, an 4 having a stunning time. Now the boys in our house a bike, but never would they let me ri&i it. Revenge is sweet. One afternoon | found the precious machine In a second I was on it and careering! madly along the road. Shouts from] behind told me that I was being but recklessly I tore on. Furiously I pedalled. From the uproar behind itl seemed that half the countryside wa« following. However the end was near< Careering round a hairpin bend in th«j road I only had time to gasp in horroi) before I was literally up to the neck inj the green waters of tl.e village pond* Ugh the slime—the tadpoles—tha' laughter! "Bah!" I said that evening as I mei the boys' grins across the tea table. "Boys and bicycles—they make me sick.'' SCHOOLBOY •'HOWLERS." ! A dilemma is a savage horned animaL, An oracle was an ancient Briton boat. Concentric means strange, unusual. A sceptre, is mi unbeliever. Kr.rope was once invaded by cannibals. The earth makes a resolution every/ twenty-four hours. Tilings that are equal to one another, are equal to anything else. A parallel straight line is one which, if produced to meet itself, does not meet. The axis of the earth is an imaginary line 011 which the earth takee its daily routine. The difference between air and water is that air can be made water, but water, "annot.. DO YOU LEARN LATIN?!' . And, if so, can you- read this? "Doctores." —Ducum nex mundi nits tu teat Jones! Tritucum at ait. met a fumer and eta beta pi. Supwj attento uno. Dux, hamor clam ices, etc. Sideror hock. Festo resOJVj Answer.—Jones. j The correct translation is as follow^ "Doctors."—Do come next Mondafj night to tea at Jones'. Try to come « eight. Expect to meet a few men anij eat a bit of pie. Supper at ten, too, y<* know. Ducks, ham, or clam ices, etc. Cider or hock. Feast to reason Answer.—Jones. I