CAN YOU MAKE THE PICTURE?

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 170, 20 July 1929, Page 3 (Supplement)

CAN YOU MAKE THE PICTURE?

Paste this jumble-puzzle on cardboard, then cut out the black portions and try to piecc them together.

THE ILL-TEMPERED PRINCE. Such an ill-tempered little prince as Prince Osbei'fe never lived. At the age of four years he had all his nurscny staff living in continual dread of his terrible rages., One day, when he wanted cake for tea and could not have it, he picked up the teapot and flung it at his nurse. Fortunately it did not hit her, hut the hot tea scalded her face, so that she also lost her temper, and hurried the little prince, still kicking and screaming, off "to bed. Then she snapped at an under-nurse, and immediately this nurse said something particularly nasty to a page who stood near. The page, who was ordinarily a good little boy, went away to the kitchen, and finding the cook absent for a moment and a huge pic waiting to have its top crust put on he picked up a big pepper-pot and emptied its contents into the pic. That relieved his feelings, and he went back to his duties. When the huge pie was served that evening the King and his courtiers sneezed so violently that the men who were waiting upon them clutched the backs of their chairs and turned very pale. Then, .smelling the pepper in the pic, they sneezed too. You never heard such curious music as proceeded from that dining-room. The King, of course, had precedence, and he led with "A-ker-chew!" Whilst the Lord High Chamberlain dutifully followed with "R-rsli-oo!" and all the other people in the dining hall joined in the chorus of "A-00-o-a-00-tish!"

"Send for the coo-coo-ker-chew-k!" bellowed the King; and when the cook appeared, trembling, he demanded an explanation. The cook stammered that he had really forgotten to put any pepper at all in the pie, but that "them pages" were always playing pranks.

When the little culprit was questioned he confessed everything. How Prince Osbert had thrown the teapot; and how that had caused all the people to be "peppery."

Suddenly restored to good humour, the King called him a knave, and said: "According to your reckoning, the Prince is entirely to blame, and you not at all. For your impudence, you shall not be punished this time. Here and now I put forth a> decree that anyone—prince or no prince—who loses his or her temper in this palace shall be made to eat nothing but peppered pie for u week."

You may be sure that the Prince often had to eat this fare; and that is why, when he became King, he gave orders that 110 meat pies at all were ever to be served. By that time, however, he had learned how to control his temper, so all was well.

WHERE IT CAME FROM. Johnny was taking a walk through the country one day with his daddy when upon entering a farmyard he espied a black pig. "Oh, see, daddy!" he exclaimed, excitedly, "there's a pig that gives us smoked bacon!"

THE LONE YET TIDY HOUSE. "Dare!" "Daren't!" "Dare!" "I say you daren't." "All right. You see if I daren't. Wait until to-morrow, Jo Stanley. We'll see if I don't." Thus spoke Penelope Crawford, commonly known as Pen. "Talking is easier than doing," retorted Jo. "We'll see," was the only answer site received. This iiery interlude took place in the Fourth Form common room, where Pen and Followers and Jo and Co. had gathered. Pen and Jo were sworn enemies, as far as "dares" went, and these generally landed them into trouble. The present dare under discussion was the Lone Yet Tidy House. It was so called because no living persons had been seen in it, yet the place always had a tidy appearance. Jo had dared Pen to slip into the house, and wave to her from th<; window as she passed on her way to church.

"You won't really, will you?" queried Dorothy timidly, in their own study.

"Certainly," explained Pen. "Why," she added, "Jo would crow for weeks if I didn't do her dare. Besides there's no harm in it really. The only risk is slipping cliurbh and 'Brownie.'" "Brownie" was the nickname for Miss Brown, the Fourth Form teacher.

"Well, I'm coming with you," said Dot.

"Don't be foolish," cut in Pen, "no sense in two catching it."

"But you just said —" "Never mind what I said. I'm going on my own." "You won't!" said Dorothy defiantly. "I will come."

"All right, but don't blame me if Brownie spots you with her eagle eyes." So it was settled. Next morning dawned clear and sunny. At 10.15 a.m. two figures slipped silently out of the gates of St. Cuthbert's. "Oh, gosh," gasped Pen. "I hope Brownie hasn't spotted us. Well, anyway, why worry? Come on, Dot, we'll have to hurry or else we'll be too late."

Ten minutes later they arrived breathless at their destination.

"Now to effect an entrance." whispered Pen. Cautiously pushing open the gate, they slipped into the grounds. "We'll try the front door first," said Pen.

"A-all r-right," answered the timid Dot.

"No luck," was the verdict, as the door refused to move. "Let's go round to the back. Prap's we may find a side door or pantry window."

At the far end of the house was a small window. Peering through the pane, Pen muttered, "Just the thing. Here, dot," she called, "hold this up till I slip through." In two ticks she was in, with Dorothy standing beside .her.

"Sh!!" warned Pen. "There may be someone about."

But luckily there was not. Hastily running across the passage, they opened a door, which they guessed would led them to the front room. Yes, this was the room. How neat and tidy the place was, not a bit of dust to be seen anywhere.

"Close the door, Dot, while I try to open the window," said Pen. "Oh, bust, it won't move," she went on. giving the window a vigorous push. "What'll we do."

"Have to wave to Jo tlirougii che window," replied Dot. "What is the time?"

"They ought to be coming now," remarked Pen, glacing at her watch. "Ah, hero they come. Keep back uutil Brownie is past."

The "croc" wound into view and Pen and Dot looked for Jo. Yes, there she was at the end. Pen gave her a glance, which if interpreted would mean, "Well, Smarty, I did do your dare." If Jo did understand that look, she did not show it, but calmly walked on.

"Well," said Pen, "we've done it. Now we have an hour to pass before we slip into the 'croc.' So here goes; I'm going to explore."

The time passed quickly and before they were aware of it, it was time to qnit the house. Going to the door, Pen turned the handle. No result. She pulled harder, but all in vain.

"Oh," gasped Dot. "We're locked in. We're prisoners. What will we do?" she cried frantically.

"Wait!" said the practical Pen. "Keep your" head. It's 110 use getting excited." Going to the fireplace, she rubbed her finger in the soot of the chimney, then returned to the window and waited. Presently the "croc" came into view. Pen waited until she saw Jo, then quickly wrotd an S.O.S. on the window pane. She saw Jo nod and duck into the garden.

After a short time had elapsed they heard the door knob'rattle.

"Are you there ?" came & whisper from Jo.

"Yes," answered Pen. "We're locked in. For goodness' sake help lis."*'

Jo's voice floated through, lias turned but I'll soon fix it."

"The lock

There came a scratching noise and they were—free.

"Oh, Jo, you angel," said Pen, while Dot fairly hugged her.

"Fancy getting locked in," laughed do. "Oh, we'll call it quits," hastily interposed Pen, ''"and be friends—until the next dare," she added significantly. "All right," agreed Jo7""but come on. We will have to hurry or else —" but she didn't finish.