FOR TINY COOKS

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIII, Issue 81, 17 March 1933, Page 15

FOR TINY COOKS

A navy captain told me, And I listened with amaze, This dressing most delectable Would keup for fourteen days, ingredients: 3 eggs, 2 tablespoons melted butter or oil, 1 teasi®on mustard, 2 teaspoons salt, white of 3 eggs, f teaspoon cayenne, beaten to a froth, 2 tablespoons sugar, 1 cup milk or t cup hot vinegar and cream. Ta the beaten whites of three eggs, Add mustard from the pot, I'epper, sugar, salt and oil, And vinegar that’s hot. Thea milk and beaten whites of eggs, fa double boiler cook, Until it thickens and acquires A creamy custard look. Now stir it well, and put it in A dark cool place to stand. This salad dressing keeps two weeks Un water or on land. DEAR KIWIS,— Greetings to you from your Chief Kiwi returned from holiday! 1 thought or you all many tunes during my wanderings, and wished sometimes that J were travelling in a great big caravan, with trailers and trailers, doaeus of them, occupied by my Kiwi family. What fun we should ail have had, and the spectacle we should have presented to the solemn occupants of ordinary motor cars, not to mention the inhabitants of each town we passed through, would have been unforgetable. The more 1 think of it, the more desirable scheme it becomes. I should plan such a smart caravan for the occasion—green walls, red roof, while window sashes, with such dear little frilly curtains at the windows. 1 believe that caravan would just laugh for joy at carrying so many merry hearts over the country roads. Dear me! What a pity it seems that dreams of this kind cannot come true.

Even though we cannot all go caravamng, we can keep the ‘"Merry heart that goes all the way,” and remember that "‘The sad one tires in a tnile-o.’ We need merry hearts to accomplish all the tasks that each day brings, and to help the poor dears who “tire in a mile-o.” All your nice letters tell ma that you do not belong to this community of poor dears, and I believe that, during my absence on holiday, you kept another Chief Kiwi quite busy, and I know that your thanks will be added to mine for the interest given to you by acting Chief Kiwi, and for the very nice letters written to

you each week. It is at this stage, dears, that we give a particularly hearty three cheers! Unless something goes radically wrong with the routine of the “Tribune” office (deadful thought) this letter should be published on Friday, which is St. Patrick's Day. I suspect that bank clerks enjoy the holiday which this day brings them, without knowing a great deal about the life of St. Patrick. 1 wonder if any of my Kiwis could be enlightening on the subject of St. Patrick, and tell me what history says of him. Don’t, however, emulate the Boy Scout who, when asked in a test who St. Patrick was, replied that “he was the chap who first started bank holidays and that is why they made him a saint!” 1 wonder it our Mr Printer will use elastic paper for our page to-day. I think he will need it if all your nice letters are io be published. We welcome Nancy Windle and Mae Rowe to our circle. Much love, dears. CHIEF KIWI. ESSAYS—JUNIORS. RIDING TO SCHOOL. Dear Chief Kiwi, —I am riding Darkle to school all by myself now. He is very quiet and 1 like riding him very much. Margaret rides Pansy now and Isa rides Beauty to school because Alex has gone to board at the Napier High School. Wo have covers to put on the pomes iu the winter time. Love. —Prize of 2/6 to Jobu Whyte, age 7 years, Croivnthorpe. (Your letter was well written, John. What a happy trio you are setting off to school. I should like to see you on Darkie, whom 1 have heard of so much that he seems an old friend. I hope Alex will write to me sometimes.— C.K.) A DAY AT NAPIER. Dear Chief Kiwi, —I will tell you about Napier Harbour. One day a inend took me and two others to see the harbour. When we got to the first harbour we left the car by the side of the road and went to see the ships. We saw one unloading sheep, running them through a passageway in the concrete. We went on to another being unloaded. It bud long ropes with a hook on the end to hold goods they ■ are hauling up into truck*, twine

people got on to the ships. Then we went on to the next harbour and saw a ship loading frozen mutton. Later we went back to the Parade. Love. —Pink Certificate to Douglas Clark, age 8 years Utanc. (You spent an interesting tune at Napier, Douglas. Did you discover the names of any of the ships which were in port?—C.K.) MY EXPERIMENT. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week 1 am going to tell you about an experiment 1 am trying. One day, for fun, 1 put some peanuts into a flower pot that had nice soil in it, and kept them well watered. The peanuts seemed to swell, and one day I saw that roots were going down into the soil. Then the peanuts split open, and green shoots appeared. Now the green leaves are coming, and the roots are getting bigger. lam watching the plants care, fully to see what happens next. I read in a paper how to transplant them, and I shall tell you later how they are getting on. 1 know that the nuts grow on the roots and not on the stems. —Pink Certificate to Dorothy Bryant, age 9 years, Murdoch road, Hastings. (I shall be so interested to hear the results of your experiment, Dorothy, and shall be ready to share your excitement should the plants yield some nuts.—C.K.) MINAHS. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you very much for the five shillings you awarded me. I would like to tell you about the uiiuahs which have been nesting in our roof. Through working day by day the two birds gradually made a nest appear in the gutter of the roof. One day I was watching them building their nest, when one of them flew on to the road where it espied a piece of paper. The bird tried in vain to carry it to its nest. Finding the paper was too heavy for it to carry, it made a peculiar call, and its mate came down from the nest. Seizing the paper with their beaks they tore it into pieces and carried it to their nest. (To be continued.) With love to Kiwis. —Pink certificate to Laurie Dyer, aged 12 years, 511 Wellwood street, Hastings.

(Minahs are sagacious birds and though not as attractive as most other feathered creatures, they are very interesting to watch.—C.K.) SHEEP DROVING. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This is the time of the year when the greatest number of flocks of sheep are an the road. Some of the sheep walk sedately along the middle of the road, whilst others are nervously nibbling the grass as they go. Have you ever noticed that cows and horses take a steady pull at the grass they are eating, but sheep always seem to be in a hurry? The most interesting sight is to watch the leading dog. How proud he is of bis responsible position, with his tai! straight in the air trotting backwards and forwards and just allowing the sheep to move along at the right pace. He is ready at any moment, on hearing a whistle from his master, to stop the sheep or bring them back a little bit, or to go ahead a little faster. With love, —Pink certificate to Marjorie Black, aged 12 years, Te Kura, Otane. (Probably the amount of droving which sheep are subjected to makes them more timid and nervous in their habits. The dogs are wonderful, and have my greatest admiration at all times.—C.K,) THE WISHING STONE. Dear Chief Kiwi, —I cannot remember just where I saw it, but it was somewhere on the direct route to Auckland, between Lake Taupo and Putaruru. It was just a big queer shaped stone, something like a heart, and across it the words ’‘The Wishing Stone.” I am sure it must have some happy history, or otherwise it would not have been left there, so near to the road, that one could almost touch it by stretching out an arm as the car goes past. This road for miles and miles has no interesting scenery—nothing but very young pine trees, acres and acres of them, on either side of the road, so that anything unusual breaks tho monotony of the drive. That may be why the “Wishing Stone” is there. —Pink certificate to Ngaire Wheeler, aged 11 years, 201 Gallien street, Hastings. (I have not heard the legend of the ‘ Wishing Stone,” Ngaire, but I believe the Maoris in the vicinity look upon it as a lucky stone, and sometimes, when going fishing, they place branches of Ti-tree on it to bring luck. -C.K.) BAKING. Dear Chief Kiwi, Thank you for the certificate you sent me last week. How 11 love to Iwlp Mother to bake. Every Saturday we spend the morning baking

.■likes and biscuits. 1 like shortbread biscuits best of all. 11 we have time before dinner wo make sweets. Last Saturday we made some cocuanut iee, and chocolate fudge, which was very nice. Did you have a good holiday? Love to all your Kiwis. - Pink Certificate to Gwen Bennett, age 6 years, St. Aubyn street, Hastings. IDo you sometimes make cakes all by yourself, Gwen? Yes, thank you, dear, 1 had a wonderful holiday,—C.K.) OUR FLOWER GARDEN. Deal Chief Kiv.i,—l will tell you a little about our flo'ver garden, there are not many flowers out at present as there were so many plants died just as they were ready for (lowering, especially the asters and zinnias, i'hc alyssium and sweet peas were very much admired and the dahlias of many colours stood about five feet high and with a white trellis fence behind them they made a pretty picture and looked as if they would like us to know they meant to say so. In a corner at the end of the dahlias stands a huge king fern and with its spreading leaves covers a good piece of ground that otherwise would be anything but pretty as nothing much would grow there. Yesterday we planted anemones and ranunculas and are looking forward to two pretty beds later on. (To be Continued.) With love. —Pink Certificate to Gladys Flanders, age 10 years, R.D.. Hastings. (There is so much pleasure spread over a garden, Gladys. Pleasure in sowing or planting, and in realisation w hen the blooms come. Sometimes, of course, there arc disappointments too, as with your asters and zinnias, but brightness prevails in a loved gardsn.— C K.) A VISIT TO A WOOL SHED. Dear Chief Kiwi.—l would like to tell you about a visit to a wool shed. First, a man drove the sheep into their pens, so that tho shearers could get them as they were wanted. After they were shorn and the fleece was lying on the board, a boy, who was called "‘the fleeco,” came along and threw the fleece on to a table, where it looked like a big white blanket. After it had been picked over, he folded up the wool, and put it into a bin ready to be pressed. The pressers would put about thirty of these fleeces into a bale inside a wool press. They then put the top on to the press, and with levers, they brought the wool that was in the top part of the bale to the bottom part. The bale was then sewn up, and tipped out of the press. Love to all Kiwis. —Pink Certificate to Rex Bennett, age 9 years, 601W. St. Aubyn street, Hastings. (You have written well about your visit to a wool shed. I can imagine how absorbed and interested you were, Rex. during the process of shearing.— C.K.)

OCR SCHOOL CONCERT. Dear Chief Kiwi, —On Friday night we went to our school concert at Parkvale School. Some of the children said poetry, some sang, and some danced. 1 recited a piece called “Autumn.” We all enjoyed ourselves very much, and we got home at eleven o’clock. Thank you for the certificate you awarded me. —Pink Certificate to Vonnie Proctor, age 7 years, c/o Post Office, Hastings. (I should like to have heard you recite your song of autumn, Vonnie. J expect you were tired next day after such a late night.—C.K.) HARVESTING. Dear Chief Kiwi, —During the last nine days 1 have been watching the men harvesting. First of all they cut the lucerne with a mowing machine. The next day it is raked into rows and then there is the process of cocking, which is very tiring work in hot weather. After about nine days, the lucerne is ready for stacking. Three or four men fork the little heaps into a cart, and this is carried and put into a stack to provide some food for the winter for the sheep and cattle. I love, to watch the men harvesting as I always get a ride on the hay over Io the stack. Love to all Kiwis. Pink Certificate to Louie Kitt, age 10 years, Murdoch road, Hastings. (It must be fun to ride on a load of hay, Louie.—C.K.) A HOLIDAY AT WESTSHORE. Dear Chief Kiwi, —I would like to tell you about a holiday I spent with fi lends at YVestshorq. YVe went there by car, and I found it very different since the earthquake. When we arrived at our destination, my friend and I went for a swim We had great fun splashing each other and diving into the waves. We were pleased when tea time came for we were very hungry. Ai-.-r tea wo went for a walk and saw the Inner Haihijur. The stillness was broken only by the lapping of the

water against the piles of the wharf. Next morning we were up early. Me 1 gathered some beautiful shells and played in the sand till about ten o'clock, and then my friend and I. went lor a swim which we enjoyed very much. (To be Continued.) Love to all Kiwis. Blue Certificate to Keith Dyer, I age 10 years, ill Wellwood street, Hastings. (Swimming gives one an appetite, doesn’t it, Keith? Your letter gives promise ol other jolly holiday events to follow . C’ K.. I HOW I SI’EN I SA I I RDAY AFTERNOON. Dear Uhiel Kiwi. -On Saturday I had a boy Iriend over to play with mu so wo decided to make u fireplace ol bricks. First, of all we got some clay and pretended it was cement. Then we. got nil the bricks we needed and carted them over on my trolley. '.I lieu we stinted to build tile fireplace. I list wo put one bulk, then a layer ol otu cement, and tneu another brick, till we had a neat little fireplace. Then we built a chimney. After this wo put two pieces ol iron across so as to pul Ihe pots on. W e did not light a lire a." it was 100 near the house. I have built left my fireplace up so that I shall be able to play with it alien I get up. Love to all. - Blue Certificate to Tommy Leipst. age 9 years, 1020 Jellicoe street, Hastings. (I am sorry you have been ill, loin, and hope that by now you have recovered and had many more games in your tine nev, fireplace. U.K.) MY PONY. Dear Chief Kiwi, Thunks lor lII' certificate you sent me. Non I am going to tell you about my poll.'. Sin is a Shetland and her name is Sprite. She likes apples, pears and plums. When she is eating the apples und pears you can bear the juice m her niouih ; when she is eating the plums she spits out. the skins and stones and eats the other purl. Sometimes she comes up to us when we are sitting on the verandah. Some mornings "hen I. am going to school 1 go a different way to my brother and Sprite wants to go the same way. - Blue Certificate to Milly Howe, age 10 years, c/o Omakerc Station, via Waipawa. (“Sprite” seems an appropriate name for your attractive pony, Milly. How you must love her.—C.K.)

OUR NEW DOLL. Dear Chief Kiwi,—One day, when Alum was in town, she bought us a lovely sleeping doll. She is 30 inches long, and can wear niy dress that I l ad when 1 was a baby. Her best dress is cream silk, and she has a eream beret and a little red coat, and red shoes to go with it. She does look pretty in this outfit. I have knitted her some little socks, and a bonnet and jumper, and Margaret has made her some things, too. She has blue eyes, and dark, curly hair. YVhat shall I call her, Chief Kiwi? With love. —Blue certificate to Isa Whyte, aged 9 years, Crownthorpe. (Would you like the name of Peggy for your lovely blue-eyed doll, Isa, or would you like to call her by the pretty Scotch name of Alison? Will you, on future entries, please leave a wider margin —C.K.) A FEATHER BROOM. Dear Chief Kiwi,—My hens are moulting and so I collected ail the feathers. This morning I found a piece of stick and a piece of string about a yard long. I placed the feathers round the stick, then 1 bound them tightly on. This made a good feather broom for dusting with. So I gave it to Mum and she was very pleased with it and uses it. Love. —Blue certificate to Margaret Whyte, aged 10 years, Crownthorpe. (It was a splendid idea to make a feather duster from the discarded leathers, Margaret, Are your fowls laying during the moulting process?— C.K.) MY BIKE. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This time I am writing about my new bike. My Auntie gave me the bike for Christmas and it is called a “Flyer.” When I got it 1 could not put my leg over the bar, biff my brother Tom taught me how to put niy leg over. Now I can ride by myself. Love to all the Kiwis and you. —Red certificate to Jack Taylor, aged eight years, Arataki road, Havelock North. (Do you ride to school ou your new bicycle, Jack? You will be as proud of your “Flyer” as Kingsford-Smith ol lits “Southern Cross,”—U.K.) HORATIO NELSON. Dear Chief Kiwi,—Slay 1 please join your bund? Many years ago, when Horatio Nelson was a little boy, he had only a father. When he was twelve years of ago his father sent him to the Navy because he was poor. When he was twenty-one he went to war and in one battle he lost his right eye and m another battle he had to have his right arm taken off. Although he had one eye and one arm ho was still a brave sailor and in the end he fought Napoleon, and Nelson died of his wounds. —Red certificate to Mac Rowe, aged 9 years, Park road south, Hastings. (Nelson’s bravery has been followed by all the other soldiers and sailors ol’ the British race, whose names "”ll go down in history, as hia did.—C.K.)

A TRIP TO THE AERODROME Dear Chief Kiwi,—Thank you for the ei rtificate you awarded me. 1 shall tell you about a trip xo the aerodrome on Sunday, January 22. My brother and I set off on bicycles. As soon as we arrived at the ’drome, we hid our bicycles in a hedge. Later we saw a monster ’plane landing on the ground. All day it was making passenger flights. After an enjoyable day we set off for home. Please may 1 have a badge? 1 write my own essays. —Red certificate to John Overend, aged 10 years, 408 Whitehead road, Hastings. (You had a great day at the ’Drome, John. Watch for your badge next week.—C.K.) OUR CANARIES. Dear Chief Kiwi,—l must thank you for the blue certificate. 1 am going to tell you about our canaries. We had four canaries altogether, but three died. They were dear little things and used to sing all day long. One day 1 looked in the nest. There were four eggs in it. They were a light blue colour with brown spots on them. With love to you and the Kiwi Baud. —Red certificate to Chrissie Robertson, aged 8 years, 4U2A Lyndon road, Hastings. (Have the eggs hatched into baby canaries Chrissie? —C.K.)