THE YOUNG FOLK'S BUDGET of Fun Stories & Competitions

Auckland Star, Volume LXXI, Issue 70, 23 March 1940, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE YOUNG FOLK'S BUDGET of Fun Stories & Competitions

<\ CORNER FOR PEN-FRIENDS MILDRED LIVINGSTON, Route 4, Piedmont, Ala., U.S.A. BEATRICE ROY, Route Redmont, Ala., U.S.A. ARLIS ANDERSON (Mis Route 'I, j'irdrnont, Ala., U.S.A. JOE ROBERTS, Routo 4, Piedmont, Ala., U.S.A. DONALD PORMBY, IRoulo 4, Piedmont, Ala., . U.S.A. All these hoys and girls are round bout 13 years of age, Intt do not state rfiafc hobbies they arc particularly ntereeted in.

OUR MAILBAG. As there are nn inori- fountain pens In sloi-k, I nil!-! .1-1; Fay Wallace to select another prize Hook rewards nni no longer scnl mil in return lor er, points, Nancy Parkes, so I ;im simrlin? yon Hie stationery set you linked I'ur. Your prize hud been sent mil before, your letter arrived. Vincont Ley, so I am sorry 1 was not able in do as von will you ehnosi: anullier prize in plane of Hie one you asked lor. as ii is now out or stock? .No. MarJorio Young, your name lias not yea appeared in Hie cull or uie club: I bope your eold Is belter. Send ulonir your dale of birth. Noil MacDonnld, and 1 will adl your name, to our ranks or member*. The copied lira win;.- was excellent. IVlaida RufTlcs, lint I have only pi I room for orij.-in.il sketches at present; "Tin! Fisherman" was lint elear enou:-'li for publication. 1 liked tlie two little pictures drawn by Shirloy Willoughby; keep on trying, Slilrlev, and one day your work will Mud its way into these pusres. ,\ very busy (.'ill Is' Maureen Kcllohcr, heciitlsc all her spare time. Is taken up with musii: and clancinir lessons; It was nice of you to . write me a little letter. .Maureen. I wonder if tbe lloiorua reader who slirns his—■ or her—letters R. Gourlay is a boy or a firlrl member? You may enter for our enlllpctillons if you are under is years or uf?e. such an iliteicslin;.- letter runic Trolll Gwen Drinnon, of Wliawrarci, for which Peter fan sends a big- "thank you." TO RAISE A SMILE. (Sent ill by Sheila Worth, Albert Street, Waihi). Jndjro: Wlmt's tbe idea of parking in front of Unit entrance? Driver: sign said, "Fine tor Talking.' 1 Professor: You should liave been lierc at nine o'clock. Smart Hoy: Why, what happened?

A DREAMER. (By Gwcn Drlnnan, Morningsidc, Whangarei.) Tho purple mountains in the far distance, like sentinels on guard, pierced the clear, cloudless sky with snowycapped peaks. Trees, tall and sombre, some swaying with the light breeze', covered the hills, while weeping-willows, n<s if seeking with tapering fingers something they had lost, trailed their delicate branches' in the placid depths of the In the green fields could be seen wild flowers growing in pn.fu.~i.in. foxgloves lifted their proud heads, daisies opened their frilly skirls and peeped at the warm sun; hawthorns glowed like halls of lire in their prickly shelters, and violets lav nestled under the green hedges, their delicate- fragrance wafted awav on the breeze. Nature's choirsingers could be heard tilling the world with happy songs that lightened a heavy heart. It was a glorious dream, all this, to the hoy who looked out of his window. Dirt and cobwebs were smeared across it, and old curtains shut out the light. Those lovely mountains he had <-een were the chimneys of houses in the distance. He could not see any skv because of smoke, dark and 'dirty, tainting tho already unclean air, belching forth from factory chimneys. The trees, the flowers he hail seen, were not to be found in this dirty, noisy slum town. How could he forget it all. ho thought. Ifis tousled head dropped slowly on Ids chest and his dirty bare feet were curled under him, and once again lie drifted off to that fairy land he may never see but could dream of.