The Kiwi’s Nest

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, Issue 218, 29 August 1927, Page 8

The Kiwi’s Nest

w .« The following essays were left over from last Saturday:—

MY DOLLS.

Dear Chief Kiwi, —First of all I niyst thank you for the orange certificate you awarded me. This week I am going to tell you about my dolls I have six. Their names are Belinda, Elsie, Muriel, Florence, Dorothy and Mary. I got Belinda one Christmas She is a big sleeping doll. I got Elsie last Christmas. She is a very pretty little doll, and has nice brown hair. Muriel is a tiny dark haired one, and Florence a fair one. Dorothy is a tiny one. with arms, legs and hair all painted on. I knit and sew them many pretty frocks, hats and coats. Well. Chief Kiwi I will close now, with love to 'the Kiwi band. * —Blue Certificate to Beryl Wall, age 8 years, Maraetotara, Havelock North. .♦♦ ♦ ♦ MY GARDEN. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week 1 am going to tell you about my garden. My garden was once just grass. We dug it up, and instead of the grass still being there,, there was soil ready to be made into a garden. After it had been dug it was rough, so I raked it and it all became smooth. 1 planted some violets and primroses along the border, and in the centre 1 have planted an ice plant, lavender, bulbs and other flowers. 1 have now quite a big garden. When the weeds come up I go outside and dig them up, I have always dug up the weids since I have had my garden. —Red Certificate to Joan Wyatt, aged 8 years, 508 Victoria Street, Hastings. ♦ * * * MY GARDEN.

Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week 1 am going to tell you about my garden. 1 have at home, a beautiful garden ot vegetables. I first ol all dug the ground and hoed it with the hoe. The garden is a large one, about 90 feet long and 20 feet wide. It has many vegetables, whiidi are planted in August The August vegetables are cabbage, peas, onions, radish, lettuce, turnips, red beet and carrots. The rain makes the vegetables grow large and tender. 1 must close now, with love to you and your happy band of Kiwis. —Red Certicfiate to William T. Hodgkinson, age 10 years, Ada street, Hastings. ♦ * * * AN IMAGINARY TRIP TO FAIRYLAND. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you very much for the certificate you awarded me. Now 1 am going to write about a trip to Fairyland. One day while lying dreamily in h hammock, 1 felt a faint touch on my elbow. Sitting up, 1 looked around and there I saw a little fairy dressed in pale pink. l 'My name is Tinkerbell,” she said, ‘‘and the Fairy Queen sent me to invite you to the banquet.” Whereupon 1 replied, “Thank you very much.” “Shut your eyes,' please.” After 1 had shut my eyes she waved her wand three times, and when 1 opened them 1 saw a wonderful sight. There, seated on a mother-01-pearl throne, was a tiny Fairy Queen, and all around her were fairies dancing. After having danced about ten minutes we went teethe feast. What a lovely feast it was! Honey and dew and all sorts of lovely things. After the banquet the Queen asked me to go for a joy ride with her in her aeroplane. When we had been all round Fairyland she took me over hill and dale, and to my amazement there was my house right in front of me. Love to you and the Kiwi Band. —Red Certificate to Bettv Brown, age 10 years, 202 Davis' street, Hastings. ♦♦♦ ♦ ' THE MAHORA SCHOOL BALL.

Dear Chief Kiwi.—l thank you tor the red certificate you awarded me last week. This week I have chosen for my subject the Mahora School ball. It was held on Friday, 19th August, in the Assembly Hall. Although I do not attend that school I joined the happy band 1 went as a “Vanishing Lady.” The dress is like that of a maid. It is called the vanishing lady because most people are using electricity to clehn their houses and the maids are not needed. When I got there the children were lining up for the Grand March. Some of the costumes were Gipsy, Bluebird, Mystery Lady, Early Victorian, Sweet Pea, Japanese, Lady, Pierette, Rival Blues, and others. Arter the Grand March we* did other dances such as Lancers, Sir Roger, Barn Dance and Polka. After some dancing we went into supper. There were jellies and cream, ham sandwiches, cakes, apples and lemonade. After supper we had more dances until 10.30. Then we had to sit down and watch the adults dancing. I went home tired but happy. Well, Chief Kiwi, I must close, with love to you and your Kiwis. —Orange Certificate to Mary O'Neill, age 10 years, 710 Avenue Road, Hastings. * * * ♦ THE FAIRIES. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Once upon a time a beautiful fair-haired, blueeyed princess called Silver was out on a lake with her parents, the King and Queen of Laughter Land, on a delightful vessel. The vessel wat crowded with laughing, dancing and singing people. Poor Princess Silver had a dreadful headache, and as the air grew warmer she felt worse. Growing faint she clung wildly to the rails of the vessel, but from sheer fatigue she fell unconscious into the deep green waters of the lake. Nobody missed her, and u black swan swimming near at hand swam over to her, and holding her head out of the water swam swiftly away to a cottage by tho lake, and

she found herself there when she became conscious. The swan said: “Please chop off my head with that axe, as 1 have been changed into ay swan by a wizard.” The girl did as she was bid and immediately a prince stood before her. He asked her if she would marry him, and she said she would, so together they returned to the palace. They were married in pomp and splendour and lived happily ever after. —Helen Sheild, age 12 years, Waikonini, Hastings. * * * * AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BICYCLE. Dear Chief Kiwi.—This week I am going to tell you my story. As a bicycle I was made in a big factory at Birmingham, and packed in stiff brown paper, and sent to Hastings. When I reached Wellington, I was kept at the station for two or three days before I was sent on to Hastings. At last I reached by destination, and I heard the porter shout out: “This bicycle is for Mr. Hannah.” Later on. I felt myself moving, and I was taken in a carrier’s cart to the shop. There I was put into the window with a card which was marked £l2 10/-. I was there three days before anyone came in to buy me. A little girl said she wanted to buy a bicvcle and I was shown to her. Then I wa s taken out and I was ridden many miles, until at last the little girl stopped, and took me into a house, and then put me into a shed, where I was lefi until the next morning. Early next morninc I was taken out. and the girl rode me un hill and down dale until she was tired out. She turned round and started home When about halfwav home, she ran over a niece of glass and ent a big hole in Piv tyre. Then I was left in the shed until my mudguards began to get rusty. I was taken to the auction mart where I am still patientlv waiting to be. sold. T must close ”nw. Love to your self nml other Kiwis .—Winnie Kitt. age 12 years. Murdoch road. Hastings. * ♦ * * THE GREAT FIRE OF LONDON. Pear Chief Kiwi,—l have not written to you for a long time. 1 wil] tell you about the Fire of London. Manv years ago London was not so beautiful as it is to-day. The streets /vere narrow with a little gutter running un the middle into

Meh the people threw their rubbish The top storeys of the houses were overhanging the lower ones. One Saturday night a butcher's shop caught o n fire and it spread for miles and miles. As most of the houses were made of wood thev burnt quickly. As the people were frightened they rushed *o get their furniture. Some ■ put it in boats on ' e Thames, and some put it in churches. The fire of London did good for it killed the nlague. With love to yourself and the rest of the Kiwi Band. —Enid Graham, age 13 years. Lucknow road. Havemck North.

HOW JACK AND JILL FOUND A NEW HOME. (Continued.)

Dear Chief Kiwi,—When they arrived at the top of the tree, Jack and Jill picked a leaf and then they started to go down again. When they reached the ground there were a number of girls and boys crying for their mothers and fathers that had been locked up in sheds by that cruel giant. So Jack and Jill and the children went round quietly to where the giant lived. Jack told the giant that he wa 8 going to kill him, o Jack touched the giant with his leal and then he turned into stone. Then Jill went and unlocked all the doors with her leaf and let all the mothers and fathers out. Then Jack and Jill went home and told their mother. >o they packed their things and went to the castle and lived there happily for ever after. Well. 1 will close now with love to you and the other Kiwis. —lris Harding, age 12 years, 415 E Queen street, Hastings. » * * ♦ AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN OLD CLOCK.

Pear Chief Kiwi, —1 now take the pleasure inclining your Kiwi nest. ' am going to tjl] you about an old clock. Once upon a time we had an old clock. First we took the works out, and then we tied the back of it on again, and after that we had to go into dinner. After dinner we went down to the beach and started paddling out past our knees in the river. Then we threw the clock in and it fell on its face. A little while afterwards we saw some boys rowing in a boat towards us, and in a few minutes they were over fishing where we threw the clock in. When the boys pulled up the line they found they had only an old clock on so they threw it back in the river and therei it stays from that day to this. With love to yourself and all the other Kiwis.

—Ada Venables, age 11 years. Haumoana.

* * * ♦ CHEAP COAL, Dear Chief Kiwi.—Thank you for the prize of one shilling you awarded me last week. This time I am going to write about cheap coal. Once there was an old lady who lived next to the railway station, who had a beautiful black cat. One day when the cat was basking in the sun a goods train was waiting for the express to pass. When the stoker said to the engine-driver, “Let’s see who can hit that cat over there.” Sa they both started throwing lumps of coal at it. The lumps of coal flew into the old lady’s backyard. When she went otiside to get a bit of wood she to her delight saw the yard littered with coal. She stood gazing

at it for a few minutes, then she started picking it up. She thought to herself, “My word, this will lowei my coal bill.” Next day she got a hawk and stuffed it, then she propped it up against the fence. Every time a train stopped at the station the stoker and engine-driver would throw lumps of coal. When the old lady came out the yard was black with coal and she had cheap coal ever after,

I must close now with best wishes to yourself and all the other Kiwis. —Stanley Venables, age 13 years, Haumoana.

* * • ♦ THE GREAT FIRE OF LONDON. Dear Chief Kiwi,—This week I am going to tell you about the Great Fire of London. It started at a baker’s shop in Pudding Lane. There was a strong wind blowing and the fire spread from house to People ran out of their houses and tried to escape with some of their goods down the river in boats. For five days the fire raged and in it 13.200 private houses and 88 churches one of which was St, Paul’s, were burned. The loss in money amounted to four million pounds. After the fire Sir Christopher Uren built a new St. Paul’s, which has a dome of 305 feet in height. I must close now with love to all the Kiwis. —Ron McDonald age 10 years, 603 Ellison road. Hastings. ♦ * * * A TRIP THROUGH FAIRYLAND.

Dear Chief Kiwi,—When I went to bed last night I found myself in Fairyland. What beautiful scenery I saw. Fairies of every description were tripping round on the neat grass. In the middle of them al] sat the queen. Beside her sat the king on a throne of precious stones and gold. I passed them by and came toa garden, in which were anemones, tulips and daffodils. Then I came to a castle where there were guards at the door. When they saw me they ran in screaming with ioy. “She has come! She has come! We have waited long for her.” I tried to join in their hapnv speeches, but I woke up and found myself dreaming. With love. —Cecilia d’Neill, age 9 years. 710 Avenue road. Hastings. ♦ ♦ * * “BEAU GESTE." Dear Chief Kiwi,—This is the last part of my essay 3eau and the general are killed just before the relief force arrives and John after answering the shot goes into the desert. Digby, who is among the relief force, is sent into the fort and finds his dead brother. Having promised in his boy hod to give his biother a “Viking’s funeral.’’ Digby sets (ire to the whole fort and escapes into the desert Here he meets nis brother and they go away with two comrades on camels. Some’ days after when they are lost Digby creeps away because one of the camels is dead, and one came] will not carry four people. John lives to reach England with a letter from Beau saying he had taken the diamond for hi s aunt’s sake and if they believed him Still to call him “Beau Geste." Thank you very much for the Certificate. Love to the Kiwi Band. —Joan Carlton, age 10 years, 601 Charles street, Hastings

THE DOG NEXT DOOR.

Dear Chief Kiwi,—This week I am going to tell you about the net doo next door. Its name is Prince, and it is a little Pom. It is washed every week, and follows its mistress wherever she goes It has a little kennel all to its little self. It barks very loudly at strangers. If it gets very naughty it is tied up. It can beg and shake hands. It is alwavs rubbing in the dirt as soon as it is bathed. Prince never comes inside the house. Its mistress is very kind to it. It has just got a new collar. It is very fond of cooked meat. I will close now with lore to vour Kiwi band —Marv Martin, age 10 years. 410 Lyndon road. Hastings. ♦ * * * A WALK ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you for my certificate. I will now tell you about a most enjoyable walk 1 bad last Sunday. On walking along the road, 1 saw many people going for walks in the sun, it was nice and warm, in the sun, and on meeting a friend we decided to go to the Cemetery. What nTJe graves there were. Soon we went home, just as the sun was sinking. Live to all. - —Mollie Wi.Ts age 12 years, 3079, Nelson street, Hastings.