BIRTHDAY GREETINGS

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXII, Issue 269, 28 October 1932, Page 11

BIRTHDAY GREETINGS

Birthday greetings from us all to: Una Loach (Box 332, Hastings) Oct. 29 Noeline Sparling (P. 0. Hastings) Oct. 29 Charlie Moroney (Kenilworth) • Oct. 30 Erin Heenan (Te Ante road) Nov. 1 Joyce Lange (Heretaunga street) Nov. 1 Stanley Smyth (Clive) Nov. 1 Enid Kirby (Alexandra St) Nov. 1 • Trevor Conwell (Dannevirke) Nov. 2 Louie Kitt (Murdoch road) Nov. 2 Doris Beaumont (Havelock N.) Nov. 3 Dear Kiwis, Were many of you very disappointed, I wonder, that Labour Day should have been wet. I was very sorry for your spoilt pleasure, though I must confess that my sympathy was not altogether unmixed. I could not help being jubilant, (only a teeny weenie bit, dears) that we should have such a nice rain for the gardens. And it was a nice rain—one of those soft spring downfalls, making one feel that one should be out in it. I yielded to temptation for a time and, donning a coat and goloshes, went weeding. Incidentally, there were just a few snails less in my garden by the end of Labour Day. In what way did you all decide to enjoy (or combat) the weather I wonder. Tell me, won’t you, when you write. • We add more Kiwis to our list of membership, and a warm welcome goes to Audrey Plumley, Reta Anderson and' Nancy Spear. I have a letter also from Trevor Wrightson, asking if he may join. Yes, Trevor, we shall all be ever so pleased to have you write. Sign your name, age, and address as you see the others in the paper, leave a one inch margin on the left side of your paper, and write, in ink, on one side of the paper only. I hope to have the rules fully published shortly. My prediction, last week, of a thin mail, was all wrong, as predictions often are. I’ve an especially bulky mail. Thank you so much, dears, for all the nice letters. With love, CHIEF KIWI. ESSAYS—JUNIORS. WHEELER AND WOOLSEY. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you so much for the certificate you sent me. I will tell you about Wheeler and Woolsey this time. They are a tame goose and a tame duck, named after Wheeler and Woolsey the film stars on account of the funny antics they go through. Woolsey is the goose and he has a big long neck and hisses at verybody that comes near him, and Wheeler, the little, fat duck, waddles along beside him; they are fast friends and go everywhere together. Small children are frightened of the goose, because he chases them and hisses like a snake, but the duck is not so savage. Both Wheeler and Woolsey will feed out of my hand, and they chase the dogs all over the yard, and hold on to their tails. Much love to yourself and the other little Kiwis. —Prize of 2/6 to Betty Downey, age 10 years, 106 Gray’s road, Hastings. (As entertainers, Wheeler and Woolsey threaten to even surpass their namesakes of film fame. Their antics must be extremely comical.—C.K.). BIRDS. Dear Chief Kiwi,—Thank you again for the certificate. I was very pleased. The other day John and I went for a walk down in the swamp. We saw some nice birds with long red legs, white bodies and blue black wings. Do you know what they are? We found their nest with four eggs. They are about as big as a bantam’s, dark green with brown spots on them. We put a mark by the nest and some lumps of dirt to keep the wind off. Do you think when they hatch out they would get tame if we fed them? —Pink Certificate to Leslie Hicks, age 8 years, Opapa. (I don’t know the name of the birds, Leslie, but they sound interesting. Let me know, later, if the young ones become friendly. I hope they will.— C.K.).

AN OUTING. Dear Chief Kiwi,—Thank you for the certificate. We have just come home after having a nice ride out in the country. The little lambs that I was telling you about a few weeks ago have grown quite big. They do not seem to bother about their mothers now. They are nice and fat and will soon be going to the freezing works to be killed. Don’t you think it is a shame, Chief Kiwi? Love to all your Kiwis. —Pink Certificate to Gwen Bennett, age 6 years, St. Aubyn street, Hastings. (I always feel sad at the thought of the lambs having to be slaughtered. I think that people now are doing all they can to prevent any suffering of the animals, and we should all do our best to encourage the good work of humanity.—C.K.). FRUIT BLOSSOMS. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you for the certificate. I have been trying to decide which are the prettiest blossbms in our orchard, but it is not a very easy task. The peach and plum grow all along the branches and have very small petals, but when you see the two trees in full bloom, the peach pink and plum white, they look a very pretty sight. I think the pear is prettier. It grows in clusters, but the apple is perhaps the prettiest. It also grows in clusters, first forming a pink bud, and bursting into pinky white blossoms, the centre blooms first, while surrounding it arc the wee tight pink buds, and among the buds are green leaves. Can you imagine a prettier sight than hundreds of fruit trees in full bloom?

—Pink Certificate to Josephine Lowe, age 10 years, “Sunny Bank,” Hastings. (To be daily among the blossoms in the orchard must be a great joy, Josephine, and one that I can see you appreciate.—C.K.). OUR FANCY DRESS BALL. Dear Chief Kiwi,—On Friday night we had our fancy dress ball. It was held in Mr Sparksman’s shed, and it was a great success. I went as a Maori woman and carried my big doll in a shawl on my back for a baby. I had my face blackened and tatooed. I also carried a small Maori kit made of flax by a Maori woman. The kit contained matches, tobacco, and an old pipe. My, young brother, Raymond, went as a swagger, and he and I were partners in the Grand March. We danced until 10 o’clock, and before going home had supper after spending a very enjoyable evening. With love to all the Kiwis and yourself. —Blue certificate to Kathleen Griffiths, aged 9 years, P.O. Fernhill. (That was a jolly fancy costume, Kathleen. lam glad the Ball was such a success. —C.K.) BIRDS. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you for the certificate you sent me. Would you like to hear about all the birds that are to be seen at our place? There are tuis, quajl, thrushes, blackbirds, yellow hammers, chaffinch, fantails, warblers, blighties, larks, linnets, goldfinch, starlings, minahs, sparrows, and little brown birds which mother thinks are hedge sparrows. Down by the river there are kingfishers, Paradise and wild ducks, shags, dottrells and pied stilt. Love to all the Kiwi band. —Blue certificate to Joyce Hall, aged 9 years, Craggy Radge, Havelock North. (How perfectly lovely to have so many different birds about. You would miss all the happy feathered things if you had to live in town.—C.K.) our Sunday School concert. Dear Chief Kiwi,—Thank you for the red certificate. Last Wednesday it was our Sunday School concert and party. We began our tea at five o’clock, and the mothers had theirs at six, and then we played outside while they got the room ready for the concert. It started at seven o’clock, and we had songs and recitations. I was in a song, “The Baby’s Lullaby,” with some other girls. We had to hold our doll’s and sing them to sleep. We left our Sunday School about ten, very tired but happy after such a nice time. —Blue certificate to Eva Burfield, aged 7 years, 803 Queen street, Hastings. (That was a nice concert, Eva, and I wish I could have heard the “Baby's Lullaby.” You write a wonderfully good essay for such a small girlie.— C.K.) SPRING. Dear Chief Kiwi. —I love spring better than any other season of the year; it being neither too hot nor two cold. How nice to see all the pretty flowers coming out in the gardens, and the roses ready to burst into bloom. The lemon trees are sending out new wood, and the strawberry plants are all in flower. The bees, too, seem so busy, buzzing from one flower to another, getting honey. Love to all the Kiwis. —Blue certificate to Rex Bennett, aged 9 years, 601W. St. Aubyn street, Hastings. (The spring flowers are a treat when they bloom after their long winter’s sleep, and doesn’t the first rose-bud give a thrill?—C.K.) MY VISIT TO THE H.M.S. DUNEDIN. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you for the certificate you awarded me. On Sunday afternoon my Auntie asked my cousins and me if we would like to go and see the H.M.S. Dunedin. Of course we said “Yes,” as we had never seen the' “Dunedin.” As soon as dinner Was over we packed up and got ready, and at half past one we left for Napier, arriving there a little after two. Sdon we were aboard the ship. After having a good look round we left the ship at about three o’clock and went on to the beach. We had an enjoyable swim in the sea, then went over to the swings and played there until it was time to go home. We arrived home at five o’clock very tired! —Red certificate to Bob Toothill, aged 10 years, 701 St. Aubyn street W. (I expect you saw many things of interest on H.M.S. Dunedin. Tell me about them sometime, will you, Bob? -C.K.)

A NICE WEEK-END. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Our friend came to spend a week-end with us. Three of us slept in one bed. On Friday morning when we awakened, we looked out of the window, and saw the sun shining beautifully. After breakfast we went off to school leaving Sylvia behind as she is not able to go, having been ill. As we came home she was coming along with the children from next door to meet us. We played until tea time. After tea we went to bed and slept soundly till morning. On Saturday we spent all day outside, also on Sunday as ’the weather was so nice. When Monday came we were sorry to lose Sylvia. With love to you and all the Kiwis. —Red certificate to Betty Ashford, aged 10 years, 105 Stortford street, Hastings. (Sylvia would be sorry to leave you after such a jolly time.—C.K.) PLANTING POTATOES. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Dad and I have been very busy this week planting potatoes. We had saved the lawn cuttings for a long time and stacked them in a heap to rot. After the ground was well dug, Dad dug deep trenches and laid the grass in them. He then put some soil on top and planted the potatoes a foot apart. In about three weeks we shall expect the green shoots to poke their heads through the ground. When they have flowered the green will die down and it will be time to dig them. I hope we have a good crop. —Red certificate to Tommy Leipst, aged 9 years, 1020 Jellicoe street, Hastings. (You will bo n proud boy, Tommy, when you help Dad dig those potatoes. I too, liopj you v.ill have n successful crop -■ u.reward for youi labours.— C.K.)

OUR CHICKENS. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Please may I join your happy band of Kiwis ? I am going to tell you about my father’s chickens. We have thirteen young fluffy chickens, whose mother is a big Rhode Island Red. In the morning Dad feeds the chickens with mash. It is great fun to watch them eating it, because they stand in* the dish and therefore some of them have to wait for a long time. One day one of them got out, and if Mum hadn’t been there it would have been lost, but Mum caught it and it is now safe in the coop. The mother hen is very greedy, and does not give the chicjcs much food. I am 9 years of age and my birthday is on November 14th. Will you please send me a badge and I promise to write my essays myself. With love. —Red Certificate to Andrey Plumley, age 9 years, 704 Avenue road W., Hastings. (Welcome to our page, Audrey. Will send your badge next week. —C.K.). OUR SCHOOL BATHS. Dear Chief Kiwi,—Thank you for the certificate you awarded me. Our school baths are opening to-day. They are very nice, clean baths, and we all enjoy being in them in the hot weather. 1 don’t think I am allowed in this year, as, in learning to dive last year, the water got into the back of my ears and I had awful noises in my head. I feel very disappointed because I can’t go in. It is not very warm to-day, so I am not going to the baths to even watch. Love to all Kiwis. Please may I have a badge? —Orange Certificate to Betty Godfrey, age 10 years,. 1007 Waipuna street, Hastings. (You have my sympathy, Betty, in not being able to bathe, but of course it would .be dreadful to permanently injure your ears.—U.K.), A DAY IN THE BUSH. Dear Chief Kiwi, —One day Daddy took us for a walk in the bush. We saw some Tuis, and the fantails were so friendly they flew quite close to us. Then dad pointed out the different kinds of native trees. We gathered some moss and some pungas to make a summer house. Love to all Kiwis. —Orange Certificate to Phyllis Person, age 9 years, Omahu road, Hastings. (Do you remember the names of the trees Phyllis? Isn’t the bush lovely? —C.K.). MY DOG. Dear Chief Kiwi,—May I join your Kiwi band? I am going to tell you about my pet dog. It’s name is Smut. He always likes to have my sand-shoes outside. Sometimes he likes to have the newspaper to chew. He watches for a chance to get out on the road. —Orange Certificate to Nancy Spear, age 9 years, 411 Nelson street N., Hastings. (Tell me more about Smut some time, Nancy. Is he a spaniel?—C.K.).

OUB SCHOOL. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you for the certificate you awarded me last week. Every morning when I go to school I write tables on the blackboard and draw pictures on the blackboard, too. I read story books and do sums. We like our teacher very much. Love to all the Kiwi band. —Orange Certificate to Noeiine Sparling, age 6 years, C/o Post Office, Hastings. ( —lsn’t it fun going to school, Noeiine, and liking your teacher so much? —C.K.). MY GARDEN. Dear Chief Kiwi, —May I join your happy band. At home I have a lovely garden. I have numbers of poppies out, which look very pretty. I have a few young stocks, and many other flowers. Besides those I have some asters in a box, and as soon as they are big enough I shall plant them in the garden. Love. —Orange Certificate to Reta Anderson, age 10 years, Paki Paki. (I am glad my little new Kiwi is also a happy gardener. Your poppy bed must look very gay.—C.K.). OUB HORSE. Dear Chief Kiwi,—Thank you for the certificate you awarded me last week. We have a horse whose name is Jock. He is very quiet and we can do anything with him. When Dad puts the horse in the cart we all have a ride. Love to all the Kiwi band. —Orange Certificate to Pauline Sparling, age 9 years, C/o Post Office, Hastings. (I notice your essay has been inked over, Pauline. As you are now nine years of age can you not write it yourself in ink? —C.K.). Other Kiwi essays are unavoidably held over.