WAITANGI

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 80, 16 March 1934, Page 15

WAITANGI

(By Jan.) We, the people of New Zealand, Maoris, pakehas, oft tell How past years saw us divided, but we now in peace do dwell, And as distant British subjects, ever loyal, brave and true, We shall all uphold our country in the | times we may pass through. We have had sent out from England one we’ve learned to trust and know, And as Governor he guides us wisely, well, Lord Bledisloe; And with him his gracious Lady came as helpmeet, day by day Sowing many loving actions, which wd’ long in memory stay. They have giv’n to Us Waitangi, bring ing vividly to mind That historical old Treaty, which so long ago was signed By New Zealand’s dual races, some of whom were bitter foes. But in time all were united, ending wars and nvvdlo#» woes,

I By this gift and thoughtful action, a true loving knot was tied ‘Tween the pakeha and Maori, which forever will abide, And New Zealand’s grateful people ’ never shall forget the day, When Waitangi’s celebrations sealed a bond of love for aye. i, t And when Time shall take far 1 from us 1 Lord and Lady Bledisloe, f They’ll have left a mark behind then which in history will show, And New Zealand’s prayer shall follow them with love across the sea, ' Asking God to bless them, keep them, wheresoever they may be, SENIORS. My brother and I went blaekberrying I one day, and we biked a long way into the country. When we came to a patch 1 of bush with a lot of vines we got off and hid our bikes and climbed over the fence. There were heilps of blackberries, and after a time our baskets were quite 1 full; but we were very tired and ’ scratched all over. 1 Once my brother fell down a steep ' slope which was covered with the vines ’ and he tore his pants on the thorns. I upset my basket and had to sit down and pick up the berries. On the way home we went for a paddle up the rrer and found some 1 more vines. I put the berries In my pocket, but they all squashed and made an awful mess. Mother made a lot of jam with our fruit, —Prize of 2/- to “Valentine Robin,’’ age 12 years, Hastings. Under a shady bush he lay, to all appearances fast asleep. Footsteps were heard coming along the path. “Fish-o!” a gay voice called. Up .jumped Smut, wide awake, and mewed round the man’s legs. It is Thursday, and Smut has been waiting patiently for the fish-man, who always brings him .wo fish heads. The man goes away, and Smut is left busily eating his fish. He is a beautiful black cat with a silky coat, and is such a funny fellow, rio lets me put him in my doll’s pram and wheel him round the garden, and he will lie in my arms just like a baby. To look at him then, one would never think he could catch a mouse. But it’s “Woe betide!’’ the mouse or rat who scampers across Smut’s path. Thanking you for the prize you awarded me last week. With love. —Pink Certificate to “Pooh Bear,’’ age 11 years, Hastings. (Smut is a nice chum, Pooh Bear, and deserves, for his intelligence, his weekly fish head reward. —C.K.) It was a warm autumn afternoon, and there had been heavy rain. The sun burst suddenly from the clouds above. The bush, a sombre mass before, glistened and sparkled as the sun’s rays shone down upon the raindrops on the leaves. The trees revealed their varied tints of red, green, yellow, and brown. Birds came flying to the bordering thickets and began to make melodious notes, and flowers raised their drooping heads. Fresh scents arose from the invigorated ground. The Belladonna lilies filled the atmosphere with their perfume. All these things glorify the earth. —Blue Certificate to “Rosemary,” age 12 years, Hastings. (Have you bush near your home, “Rosemary”?—C.K.) - I am attending the Napier High School now. For the first week there we were in barracks, having military drill. For this we were divided into platoons. I was in No. 6 platoon. Every day we had instruction about the rifles, how to clean and use them. This was very useful and interesting information. Also, we were taught how to do various other things about marching, so this part of the school life was very good indeed. Even the wet weather did not stop us, for then we drilled in a hall. When the drill was over, and we began to settle down, there was always a crowd of boys buying and selling secondhand books in the intervals. However, we have now settled down to work and, of course, home work. Love to all. —Blue Certificate to “Buster Brown,” age 11 years, Hastings, (Congratulations, “Buster Brown,” on your promotion to High School. You will find yourself loving every minute of it.”—C.K.) This week I will tell you about our little school. It is situated on the side of a hill and has a young plantation of | pine trees around it. Sixteen pupils ; attend our school, nine girls and seven ( boys. j We have a lady teacher of whom we are all very fond. The school is rather small, as it only has one classroom and a porch. We also have a shelter shed. We have eight full desks and two empty ones. There are a lawn and two flower gardens at the side, and a tank at the back of the school. —Blue Certificate to “Menotah, ” age i 11 years, Puketapu. i (Your school sounds such a happy ! place. Perhaps those two empty desks will be filled some day with more bright pupils.—C.K.) Last Saturday was our Sunday School picnic, which was held on the ShowI grounds. We had been looking forward to it for some time and it was postponed for a week on account of the ram. It was a glorious day, and most, ot the children turned up. On arriving we were each given a bun I hen played I around until lunch time, for which we were arranged in three groups. After Grace was sung the eatables and soft drinks were handed round. Lunch over, games were started. Our school , WOJS Ute J.11U5 at tug qLwat and were

each given threepence. I also won threepence for running. My little sister came first in running and got a rubber ball. She was delighted. The afternoon went very quickly and we were called for tea. After having lots of nice things to eat and after a few more games we made our way home, having thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. —Red Certificate to “Mr Nobody,” age 13 years, Hastings. (You were quite rich after winning those prizes, “Mr Nobody.” I enclosed a stamp with your last certificate which “Tubby” had sent for yon.—C.K.) May I join your happy band? 1 am going to tell you about our school ball. The weather was fine, thus not preventing a large crowd from far and near to attend. At 8 p.m. the Grand March started, the music being provided by Painter’s orchestra, after which there was an item aud then a dunce alternately to the end of the ball. When 1U p.m. came uear the children were beginning to feel hungry, so we then went to supper. On coming back from supper we were told to keep off the floor as the adults were dancing. A number of children, went home and a tew stayed to watch tlm' dancing. Would you please suggest a Kiwi name tor me? —Orange Certificate to Patricia Bowen, age ly years, Haumoana. (Would you like “Star Dust,” “Sweet Briar,” or “Huia’’ lor a pen-name?— C.K.) This week I am going to tell you about our school picnic which was at Che showgrounds. At nine o'clock outside the school there were three ’buses arid a few cars waiting for tho children. Arriving at our destination wo unpacked the luggage. The boys took the cricket set out into the open to have a game. During the day we had a lolly scramble, and some drinks also, a bag of sweets, apples, and pears. Love to yourself and all the Kiwis. —Orange Certificate to “Brer Fox,” j age 12 years, Hastings. (It is sad to think that picnic tune is ' really over, isn’t it “Brer Fox”?— i U.K.) JUNIORS. Daddy gave me a penny one day, so | I bought some fish-hooks. Then 1 made I a rod and line and put tho hook on. Next I got the bait and went off to the I river. 1 stood in the water keeping j very quiet, so that the fishes would j not get a fright. Then I put out the : line. After waiting a while 1 pulled it ■ up, but I had not caught anything. 1 tried a lot of times but I did not catch : one fish. After staying about an hour I still could not catch any, so 1 thought : 1 had better go home. It was my I unlucky day. When we have another fine day 1 am going to try again, j Perhaps 1 will have better luck next I tune, so that 1 can have fish for tea. ! —Pink Certificate to “London Police- j man,” age 7 years, Waipukurau. | (1 expect those fish all said to one I another, “Boys, here comes the police- I man”, and took themselves to their I hiding places in great haste. Weal I mufti next time. “London Policeman.” j -C.K.) , After the rain stopped Mummy took j us to see tho flood. As we live near the river wo were afraid the water would come up to our house, but the ram stopped in time. We could hear the rushing <*f the water from oui house. We went on the bridge and the water was so wide, and rushing so quickly, that as we stood on the bridge it seemed a» if it were moving like being lu a boat. There were lets oi people who went down to see how the flood had spread. The rain stopped, and the sun came out, so the flood sob dried up, and now the river is looking as it usually does. The mon who are building a new bridge are able Co start work again. With love. —Blue Certificate to “Clover Leaf,” age 8 years, Waipukurau. (I am ever so glad the water did not reach your house, “Clover Leaf.” It was an anxious time for you all.— C.K.) The other evening after tea we went to see Cornwall Park and to look round. We went in by the main gate and walked up the avenue of beautiful trees till we came to the monkeys’ house. Wo stopped here for a Little while watching the monkeys, then continued along the path and on our left we saw some beautiful canna lilies. Then we crossed the little bridge and saw some graceful white swans. The next thing was to pay a visit to Che birds but dusk was coming on and they were going to roost. We thought it now time to make for home so walked through the rose garden admiring the roses. We went on till we crossed another little bridge and out on to Robert street. We then made our way home. —Blue Certificate to “Weka,’’ age 10 years, Hastings, (I love the park to the evening when the sun is setting, giving new lights to the flowers, and later in the dusk, when the trees whisper together about all the folk who have had beautiful thoughts of them during the day.— C.K.) It was blackberry time. All the’ berries were ripe, and John and Terry went off on their bicycles to see if they could get a nice big basketful for mother. Both boys took a basket and soon got a lot of berries, getting their faces and hands sore with the thorns. John fell down a steep bank. He upset big basket and all tho berries rolled into the long grass, but John went on falling, and landed in a heapr of long fern. “Are you hurt?” Terry asked. “No! But I’ve found something,” John said, and both boys pulled away the fern and found their brother’s bicycle which had been stolen some weeks before. Mother didn't mind the blackberries being lost when she saw tho bicyele. —Blue Certificate to “Blue Teddy,” ago 10 years, Hastings. (Almost, like a Jack and Jill story, “Blue Teddy,’’ but 1 am glad John did not break his crown, and that the lost bicycle was recovered —C.K.) At home, I have n chicken named Fluffy I made a cage for him and put Fluffy in it. He is a fat chick and his feathers are very soft lie is a greedy little fellow and likes a big meal the same as children do. Our dog named Van wanted to play with him, bu( hs i» tos big Md rfutasy

When we pick Fluffy up he nestles down in ou) arms and says “Cheep! Cheep 1” L think the winter is very near. I do not like the cold, stormy days of winter. The West School had a picnic last Thursday week. We went to the Showgrounds. It was a lovely day and we all enjoyed it very much. I am sending an English stamp to "Mr Nobody.” Thank you for the certificate you sent me. My marks are going up slowly. Love io yourself and all Kiwis. —Blue Certificate to "Tubby,” age 10 years, Hastings. (Fluffy is rather a dear. Have you no other chickens to keep him company? I have sent the stamp to “Mr Nobody,” "Tubby.”—U.K.)