RESCUED FROM DROWNING

Hawera Star, Volume LIV, 2 March 1935, Page 10

RESCUED FROM DROWNING

THE SPOILED BLUE FROCK

Here it was at last! Joyce excitedly seized a, box that had arrived from the dressmakers and pulled off the lid. Her eyes sparkled as they fell on the blue silk frock among the folds of tissue paper. “Oh, isn’t it lovely! ” sjie cried. Her brother Tony peered over her shoulder to see what she was so excited about. . 1 “Are you going to wear that thingr 7 he asked, disdain in his voice. He was used to seeing his sister in plain frocks, the kind in which she could climb trees and join in games without worrying about spots. But this was a bridesmaid’s frock, and as Joyce had never been a bridesmaid! before she felt it was an important event. At last the great day came, and Joyce, dressed in her pretty blue frock, set out for the wedding in the car that had been sent for her. “Glad I’m not coming,” Tony called' through the window. “You couldn’t do anything in a stuck-up frock like that except sit still!” Perhaps Tony wouldn’t want her to join in him games now; he’d think sho was growing into something he didn’t want. The car was passing along a road by the .side of a canal, and .suddenly Joyce heard a shriek. A little girl had fallen into the water. “Stop,” cried Joyce frantically hammering on the glass window of the ear.

The chauffeur pulled the car up with a jerk. Joyce flew' out arid dashed down the steep bank; then, without a moment’s hesitation, she plunged into the water.

A few’ strong strokes and she had reached the struggling child. And at last, after a great effort, she managed tor reach the bank. Some children, who had been watching in terror, now stretched opt willing hands to help, and Joyce scrambled out with her burden.

Not until .she had given the children instructions to put their little sister into a warm bed did Joyce remember about the w-edding and her ni'ettv new frock.

Luckily there was time for her to go. home and change her clothes; and as she was running out of the house again in her next-best frock Tony met her.

He gazed at her with admiring eyes. “I’ve heard all about it, JoyceT’ he exclaimed. “I’m jolly proud of vou!”

NONSENSE RHYME Jicky Giraffe, With a neck and a half, Lived in very dull lodgings at Ealing And Jicky Giraffe, To make the folks laugh, He licked all the dies frOin the ceiling ! Barbara Bear, His landlady .tjiei'e, A creature of very fine feeling. “Why, Jicky,’’ she said, “You’ll have no currant bread, If you eat all the flies on the ceiling !

UNFORTUNATE LETTER “E” The most unfortunate letter in the alphabet, .some say, is the letter “E” because it is always out of cash, forever in debt, and never out of danger. That’s all true; still, it is never in war, always in peace, and always in something, to eat. It is the beginning of existence, the commencement of east, and the end of trouble. Without it. there would be no life, no heaven. It is the centre of honesty and always in love. It is* the beginning of encouragement and endeavour and the end of failure.

RULER FOR CURVED LINES When drawing up the plans for the models you make, have you not often felt the need of a curved ruler? You will probably have wished often. that it were possible to bend your ruler just a trifle to make it assume the shape of the line you wanted to draw. Now this is the way to make a ruler that will bend. First, cut a strip of sheet lead a foot long and about a quarter of an inch wide. Fold the lead lengthwise and be careful that no kinks are formed. Next, push the strip through the inside of a spring coil, which has been previously weakened bv being stretched. You can. buy a suitable coil from, any dealer who stocks materials for model makers. After that, you insert the coil into a foot-length of rubber tubing. It is not always easy to get the coil to work its way inwards, but aj wriggling action usually pushes it home. The ruler is now finished. You will find that you can bend it just as you please .and it will stay as you put it until you straighten) it out again.

The teacher was using the gramophone to make the children familiar with good music. Two famous opera singers had just finished a duet, and the teacher said:

“Now, children, who can tell the names of the singers we have just' heard?”

“Caruso,” replied a small boy. “Yes, and who was singing with Caruso?”

“His man Friday,” was the disconcerting answer.