ROUND the WORLD with KEN ALLEN, ST. ALBANS SCHOOL

Press, Volume LXXII, Issue 21808, 13 June 1936, Page 3 (Supplement)

ROUND the WORLD with KEN ALLEN, ST. ALBANS SCHOOL

CHAPTER 9 The Calgary Stampede At last came the time to say good-bye to our Iriends on the other side of the world, and set sail once more for home. We were glad to find that we were to travel home through Canada, and still more pleased when, after an eventful trip across that country, we arrived at Calgary, where we were warmly welcomed by more relatiohs.

“You must visit the rodeo,” said our uncle, and the following day we journeyed to the outskirts of the town to a large arena, which was surrounded by thousands of seats. Here, though it was still early, we were amazed to find thousands of people already gathered, and a great crowd pushing and jostling.

LIGHT IN THE VALLEY

Shadows lingered in the valley When the moon arose that night, ’Twas only the wind that bent the trees, And kept them from reaching the light. But when the dawn came round once more, The pale moon slipped from sight. The sun arose in the sky so high. And shone down the valley bright. —JUDITH MARSH (aged 11).

MAKING BITUMEN During my term holidays I saw the bitumen plant that is used in the making of roads. It was very interesting. The man in charge showed me all over the machinery.

I saw the stones being crushed into small pebbles, and mixed with sand, then with het liquid bitumen. It was then dropped into the lorries and conveyed to the roads. Here the men spread it thin and smooth. - - BRESLIN

We found a good' seat, and just as we had sat down we heard a loud voice, announcing: “Folks, Pete Cassidy will now take a whirl on Lightning, the killer cayuse. Right, boys! Let her go!” As the announcer roared through the megaphone we heard loud whoops from the cowboys who were sitting on the top rails of the corral bars, where the wild horse chutes led into the arena. We had arrived in time to see the bucking

horse c'ntest. We heard the bang of the corral bar as it went down, and out crashed a bucking, twisting, squealing horse. It was Lightning, which we were told had never been ridden for longer than 30 seconds. Out into the arena wont Lightning, with Cassidy gripping tight] y with both kifees. Up into the air went

BIRD FRIENDS

The Little Bush Robin

One day we went up to the bush

A little bush robin followed us for about a mile. We were so sorry when he flew away. —MAVIS HACKELL (aged 10), Upper Koiterangi, Westland.

Tut in a Tree

One day in the Christmas holidays my sister and I heard a whistle up in the trees. We went outside and hunted round for a few minvtes, when one of us looked up and saw a beautiful tui in a tree. This very pretty bird whistled to us and we whistled to it. It stayed round the house for about a week, and suddenly disappeared. We wore very sad to lose it, and missed its friendly whistles. It is most unusual for a tui to come to us, as the breed hardly ever venture far from their native bush. —MARY CHAPMAN. West Eyreton.

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the horse with back arched and body shaking. Then, with a mad squeal he crashed down again. But Cassidy was still on his back swaying easily. Suddenly Lightning’s head came round, his big teeth snapping wickedly at Cassidy’s leg. Next, we saw Lightning go into a series of jarring cat-jumps. On the other side of the arena a cowboy suddenly shouted, “She’s rollin’.” Sure enough the horse was throwing itself sideways to the ground. But to our amazement Pete leaped clear and waited till the horse rose again. Then with a flying lean, we saw him once more in the saddle. Soon after the horse had played itself out, and began to trot round the arena. Pete Cassidy had won the first prize of 1500 dollars. Next, came the cow-milking contest. We saw 30 range cows lumber into the arena. Then came the cowboys and beside them ran 30 more, waving milk bottles. A little later the rider’s lariats whirled, and to our amazement noose after noose dropped over the heads of the wild cows. “Look at the gingerheaded cowboy!” cried Bill. “He’s roped a cow in record time.” The gingerhead then swung down while his “milkman” companion grabbed the cow, and began to milk the illtempered beast. As soon as their bottles were filled the cowboys rushed for the winning post. Other exciting events followed, and we were tired out when, after a very exciting day, the rodeo at length came to an end. NEXT: “AN ADVENTURE ON A CATTLE RANCH." DON’T MISS THIS.

Wbat Difference ? Say to your friend, “What is the difference between 12 and a dozen.” He will answer, “There is not any.” You say, “Yes, there is. They are not spelt the same.” —NANCY BARR, M.G.

WELCOME

Norma Kennedy, 370 Gloucester street. Ron Woods, Knottingley Park, Waimate. ’Mate Nature Bud, Knottingley Park, Waimate. ’Mate Skylark, Springbum. Jim Jennings. Port Levy. Arthur Moffatt, 99 Carlton Mill road, Christchurch. Nadine Harrington, “Pioneer House,’’ Sullivan avenue, Kenneth Smith, Langdown street. Ted Delahunty, 6 Leinster road, St. Albans. Joyce Marsh, Mayfield. Norma Marsh, Mayfield. Gwenyth Morgan, Leeston. Tony McClatchy, Torquay road, Kaikoura. Jack Patrick, 452 Hagley avenue. Brian Spence, 106 Randolph street. David Batchelor, Rotherham. Olive Macdonald, Buchanan’s road, Yaldhurst. Daphne Dunn, Duvauchellc Bay. Nola Denison, Pareora East, Timaru. Denise Watson. 26 Circuit street, Merivale.

Joan Rodgers. Broomfield, Am* berley. Marguerite Dixon, "Double Corner.” Amberley. Joan Bovill, Upoer Riccartcn. Pamela Wreaks, 82 Aikman’s road, William Jenkins. Colombo street, Mearn Stewart, Bcaley street. Zoe Stewart. Bealey street. Edith Worrall, 68 London street. T. Naylor, St. Asaph street. Len Reece, 222 Peterborougli street. Reefie Hait, Worcester street. Patricia Rudd, 47 Office road. Arthur Rudd, 47 Office road. Noeline Wilson, Nelson. Terry Wilson, Nelson. Patsy Yardley, 26 Clothier street. Joyce Yardley, 26 Clothier street. Desmond Yardley, 26 Clothier street. Mollie le Comte, 37 Oxford street, Lyttelton. Pamela Cuddon, 96 Papanui road. Edna McAuley, 30 Woodvill* street. Joyce Matthews, 1 Burnside road.