THE YOUNG BUDGET FOLK'S of Fun, Stories & Competitions

Auckland Star, Volume LXXI, Issue 177, 27 July 1940, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE YOUNG BUDGET FOLK'S of Fun, Stories & Competitions

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(Sent in by Roma Stirling, Greenfield, R.D., Balclutha.) Which is the longest river in New Zealand ? The highest mountain? How high, ie it? Which is the biggest lake? Which is the most beautiful Sound? ANSWERS: Waikato, Mount Cook (12,349 ft high), Lake Taupo, Milford Sound. FAIRY MARKET. (ißy Pat T>avieg, No. 1, Progressive Buildings, Otahuhu.) Any day, as you pass by, A fairy market you may spy. Step up boldly—don't be shy, You will not be pressed to buy. Elfin coats of russet-brown, Snugly lined with thistledown; "Special line*" in scarlet vests, Made to fit the robins,' breasts. Bits of blue from summer skies, Matchless for a baby's eyes! Pigments stolen from the rose, Pink for painting tiny toes. Sunbeams woven into tresses, Oohwebs light, for fairy dresses. Sweetest smiles—a fine selection. Pouts and scowls—a queer collection. Everything the heart desires— Here awaits the lucky buyers.

Our Club Letter Dear Sunbeam*— I have twelve beautiful hottie covers . . . and no hotties to go inside! Can you kelp me? I know that hot water bottles have become very dear and consequently not more than a dozen have come in tkis campaign. Consequently, also, tkey are going up in points value, as muck as 42 being given for one kottie, according to tke system we have of awarding a point for each penny of the article's value. Yesterday Nurse rang up: "Oh, Wendy," she said, "I've at least ten cases, mostly old, sick people, who need hot water bottles and quilts urgently." Luckily I kad just enougk on kand, and kotties and warm coverlets and lemon* for drinks went out of Sunskine House in a twinkling. But I can't kelp tkinking of tkose empty covers, and kow useful and cosy tkey would be once plumped out witb lovely warm kot water kotties. Of course, I could kuy tkem out of tke fund . . . but we have so many calls upon that. And I feel secretly that you're going to do something about it, will you, Sunskine captains? And quite soon? (Peter says proudly: "Fancy even ASKING a question like that!") Love to you all — WENDY RIDDLE-ME-REE. (By Margaret Brown. Wllsonville, Hlku rangt.) My first ie in at and also in sat, My second is in pat, but not in cat. My third is in parrot, but not in carrot. My fourth is in kettle and also in nettle My fifth is in eat and al«o in eeat. My whole is comething we love to eat. ANSWER: -Apple. WE THANK YOU! The following parrels from helpers and readers arrived during the week. We send our most sincere thanks. Mrs. Hawkins (27 patches): Anonymous (large piece grey suiting 1 mid 33 patches neatly sewn together; Anonymous (lovely pink baby set, bail of wool and a little manicure set).

LIMERICK. (Prom Russell Burnett, 11, Rarawa Street, Mount Eden.l There was a man dining in Crewe, Found quite a large mouse in his stew. Said the waiter "Don't shout And wave it about, Or the rest will be wanting one, too." A LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE. (By G. Jones, Taharoto Road, Takapuna, aged 12.) Ellen was a little blind girl who lived in the Auckland district. One day her mother was reading to her the "Star Twinkles" when she came to a place which read, "All my Sunbeams I know will do their best and knit hard so that the 1940 campaign will be much better than the rest." '•Mother.'' said Ellen excitedly, "I could knit." Her mother thought it was a grand idea, for as Ellen could not see to do things time hung heavily. Very soon Ellen had learnt to knit so that she could feel the wool and needles. So the little blind girl learnt to give sunshine to others and so felt happy herself. THE MANNIKIN (By Morven Hodson, 145, John Street, Tonsonby.) "Tickety tack, tickety tack." That was the sound Fetor heard as he wandered along the lane. Looking through a hole in the hedge, he saw a mannikin hammering away at a small pair of shoes. Creeping up behind him, Peter grasped hold of the mannikin. "Oh, please let me go," he said. "Not until you show me where a crock of gold is hidden." "I'll show you, I'll show you if you will only let me go," shrieked the little man. Still grasping his captive, Peter followed the directions he had been given. Suddenly he called out: "Look at the beautiful tree!" Peter looked, but when he again turned to the mannikin, he was gone. "He has tricked me!" thought Peter. But he never forgot the time he caught a mannikin.