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FIRST PRIZE

The wattles are out on thf? back track, Tiny's growing lik^ fun. Wish Dad would etme showhim. He's belter than when he woh first at our •!T: Tl ar S-> t? ,M §°° d- ep°^gll ?PF to™? Why, they don* ride m Adelaide, wouldn't know one end of a poriy from the other—cr^l have motor bikes.. Wish Dad would let me show him!" Biir, wts terribly in earnest, and D.ad gave in. . Everyone was'in'earnest.'' • ... _'.. ' - „■ Every creature on the farm was feeling self-conscious. Also a little W°TI i W^ up, and brought inland talked over, and prodded, and gloomed, and talked over a^ain. , The pigs had so. much attenUpn paid to their complexions they might have been going in for a beauty, competition. / - Of cpurge they were. ' ; " , .•■. . ... „ And s Uc h a getting away it waf! . . And Billy helped Pad; : and»feH a man on his own account. Couldn't he run a tractor? Wasn't fe good with sheep? Mother wasn't going down this year, and little Babs had to stay at" lipme, too. And she cpujdtft send her lamb to Picnic'? as she called it Eye^-y outing was a pienip to Ejabk And she couldn't send the black and white cat, though she had washed his face—much to his disgust/ "All 'ite," said the small person^Billy and Daddy will go 'to' the Piggiwig's Picnic, and Babs and Daisy and Pussy—and Mummy—^will have°a party on ours owns."' " ' ; [■' ■-'.■■ '■, _•" „".'/.■ '.: There was the journey and the; showground—and crowds arid^ more - crowds. ■ ''-■■'■ ■■'.■■•■■ \- .'....'. ■ '■' : "' ■'■•' ■'■■ And the Hind p!s 4°g >vitK the icpllecting box, waiting near the gate for pennies for the Lost Dogs? Hpmf And the Industries paviljoh, wherd you collect samples, and pianos play, and gramophones go, and wireless falks, ap4 they sell you samples, arid show electric .cleaners andl eyery other sort of contraptiprt=rßiHy tri^d it for awhileWr-he liked everything in the way of machinery, byt, well, it- was rather too much. , .■ Then he met Jii^ Gla^d.pjtij hi§ cousin;, and they wjent rpind the motor exhibits together. Jim knew everything there was to know about the motors, not so mueji gljput tractors, .".!..- .. '.'■.--. , Bil|y wanted \.o knp.w why his pad's had a ■vyay of giving in just when you wanted a'bit of an extra, pull or-.a shade of uphill going; "The niarj, seemed to think he wanted 5 bigger make^-a much bigger- oiie. . Billy had . hisi own vieyfs. ' "". -' ' *<■■ '•"'.-'., "You see, there's lots of slopes,and hillg and things on our farm; wouldn't a heavier one only sUck more and worse?" : • . ' "Oh, come on!" said Jim. ;.-■>•.• . ■ . : . Poultr>>--there seemed to be about every? kind of fowl you ever dreamed of and some too queer to be; true. Billy was friends with the fat black Orpingtons at home, and thrilled oyer the ducks „ " .- * "Oh, come along, 4q{'' said Jim. U . And there werer the v dpgSrr=rAustralian terriers barking llieir'poor little hearts out, and great Danes slegping proud, and Pekinese; on cushions, and a din like nothing else on. earthy and a^kelpie that was lite pld Dick at home. " .; .' .• : ' -.■■■\ "Oh, cpme along, do,p said Jiml'; -'/- ' v. ■ ■ And they bought sausage rolls and cppl dripks anfl found > cPrncr on the lawn. Then they went to the stands and watched Ae.jlimping. Billy was interested^-he wanted: to see how things went. 'He had to know what the ponies like, and didn't.like. Tiny would be a bit abpvf himself. You had to keep ypur rapunt cool and happy. Hot frgthim, "Must go now," he said presently. " "Whereto?" , """■ I-/ ' ■ . ; ' } .-■ ■'■■.:. _■; "Riding presently." ;;;. :■. ' ■ '• ■ "You?" '■ ■" ■:■■' ■ .!;■"..■•■ ..." V,V"'.:.v''.:■■; It wasn't for some time that hi? turn came, but he wanted Tiny to gel used to the Ipok of things. . -' ■"- -,'".' The ponies came on rather late in the afterriPpn. There, haji been .'at, bolt in the event before. Tiny, was; trying to prance arid show off. How Wpilld it gO? '.'"-' '•'■ '. ' ; '•■' :- ; -.;./;..; Well—when the judging was o\ii a very proud lad took Tiny round • the course-r^first prize. " ■ .. ' '".'-,..'"' :.. . .' ; .'. • Billy held his head high, the judge had said things about his rising that he didn't pay much attention to, and things about Tiny he remembered word for word, ''" ■ '':-*'" :... ; .:/ 'I- ■■ '/: '■"■'■'

SWALLOWIN& A OAJJIIiA, A.tiny camera is being fpr'tak^ ing photographs, of the inside of-the stomach.. ,f.- ■■'....:'jThe camera has actually to he Bellowed, or introduced^ through ■: the' throat ihtothe stomach, ■where'ifc takes' J6 little stereoscopic snjipshpts pf: the' interior, one after the gther. The camera is provided wih its own; electric light, whiehris so arianged-thai; it throws the light pn to whatever, part, of the stomach : is facing "the.Jeiis, : ; These phonographs' are, beautifullyl clear, and can be enlaiged hundreds of times, providing the surgeon with a: series of photographs which are.of. the, greatest alu^ in medical tre%tnient, >

"BEARS . , . AND THE^OO.'? "Yesterday my little sister and'l went up to the Zoo. When ."wa got there we went to sea the b?OWJi bejaj, and he was begging-for us'to gi^g,hini: somethingto eat, so we gave him .some grass. He caught it ii\ his arm and he began to eat it with his other paw," < > ■"jONQUIIi:" '"■ Wellington. , ■.. .

To-day I lost my (tuny. And, what has mad* it w'«ri|. My penny was a naw spe-r-and I lost it, in my purse.'"/ r~ My BM.rte was madt of Unthtr Like daddy's, with a band. „ I never could have lost itr-but I took it on the sand. It must have'been the castje Which we buried it (Mide; ; But now the castlt lent thin, • \t went put with the; tide. '

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Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 120, 16 November 1929, Page 22

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FIRST PRIZE Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 120, 16 November 1929, Page 22

FIRST PRIZE Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 120, 16 November 1929, Page 22