THE COMPETITIONS

Evening Star, Issue 22596, 13 March 1937, Page 8

THE COMPETITIONS

TUe under-tens have to find the name of the bear and the over-tens have to complete a hidden sentence, Send your answers to Big Brother Bill, care of ‘ Evening Star,’ Stuart street, Dunedin, C.l. Be sure to mark your envelopes “ Competition.” THE NAME OF THE BEAR. (Under 10 years. Prize, one shilling.) Can you find the name of the hear?

A HIDDEN SENTENCE. <Over 10 years. Prize, one shilling and sixpence.) The little fat gnome has a hidden sentence written in the ring. Can yea

To do so you must take one letter from the words on the left side, which will leave a word that will satisfy the clue written on the right side. Bach letter in the order the left-side words have been written will, when all have been found, give the name of the bear in the picture. For example, GRUNT minus the G leaves RUNT, which is the name of a small pig. BRAZE is somethingdone to brass, and minus the Z it is BRAE, which, is a Scots name for small hills. With these two examples given it should be easy to complete the name of the bear.

find itP A useful clue may be found by reading aloud the way in which the C’s hare been written. It may help you to know that a great many people have been saying this sentence this year, especially farmers.

THE TORN FROCK A GOID-NIGHT TALE Beryl and her mother had come to live at Hawthorn Cottage. Beryl needed country air, the doctor said, after her long illness. At first she could only sit, vrapped up warmly, sheltered from tho wind in the tiny porch; but after a little she could walk about the garden. Soon she was strong enough to go lown the lane with her mother; and it was here she met Lucy. There wasn’tmuch of Lucy to he seen the first time-only her legs; the rest of her was hidlen in the branches of a tree. “What are you doing up there?” called Beryl. , “ Seeing tie wee baby thrushes,” answered Lucy, “ Can you hear them squeal?” j And, sure eiough, Berv] could hear a faint chirpink sound. Every day after this Beryl hoped she would see Lucr; and a few days later, when Beryl web by herself in the lane, there was Lucy, carrying a basket of eggs. “ Are those for us?” asked Beryl. “ They’re fof Mrs Martin, at Hawthorn Cottage,’ said Lucy. “Why, thatfe Mother!” cried Beryl. “ And I’m Beryl Martin. I’ll coino back with you.;’ After that They always brought the eggs and gene,ally stayed to play. On

Saturday she came early and played with Beryl all the afternoon. By the time the Martins had been a month at the cottage Beryl was spending many happy hours at the farm where Lucy lived. She loved to gather the eggs and feed the chickens and climb over the hay in the barn. One evening at bed time Mrs Martin noticed a darn in Beryl’s frock. It was a beautifully-mended tear, and when questioned Beryl told her mother how it came to be there. “ I climbed Lucy’s tree, and it caught,” she explained; “ and then it did it again on the farm gate. Then Lucy’s mother mended it while we had tea.” Mrs Martin never thought of scolding Beryl; she was so thankful to have her sfrong and well again. 3?he next day she went to see Lucy’s mother, who was not strong, and was very thankful to get orders for fine needlework. This was the beginning of a steady supply of sewing from Mrs Martin, who was delighted to find such a good needlewoman. She promised to speak to her friends, and she did, with happy results. In days to come Lucy’s mother had much reason to be thankful for Beryl’s torn frock.