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JUNIOR ESSAYS

Although our holidays are over and we are back at school again, 1 would like to tell you of the lovely time I had. I stayed with my aunty and uncle ou a farm. I used to go out in the paddock when they were ploughing and watch tho birds picking up the worms on the newly-turned ground. Then we would play in tho implement shed. By tea-time we would be like niggers. I used to go for rides in the car, and one day I went in to Napier to see my father, as ho was sick in hospital. I had three cousins living near. We used to play all kinds of games, and one day we went to the pictures.

Thank you for my certificate. Love to you and alt the KiW’is. —Pink certificate to “Wax-eye,” age 8 years, Haumoana. (I am glad you told me about your happy holiday, Wax-eye. Write again soon, dear. I hope your Daddy has recovered. —C.K.) On the third of June, which was a holiday, mother decided to have a birthday party for my little sister, whose birthday was on Tuesday, the day after. There were twenty-two people at the party, including a few adults. After some games by ourselves mother gave us a bean hunt, and one of my friends won. Later on we went inside to have tea, which wo all thoroughly enjoyed. In the centre of the table was a birthday cake with six candles on. We went out to play for a while, but when it was getting dark we went in again. First we played Jacob and Rachael, and when we were tired of that we had a concert. Then, as it was getting late,-our friends went home, and we went to bed feeling very happy indeed. —Pink certificate to “Strongheart,” age 10 years, Otane. (A very nice party, Strongheart. Did you help with the singing at the concert?—C.K.)

To-day my sister and I went to an orchard which belonged to a friend of my mother’s to get some apples. While there we heard the roar of an aeroplane, and, looking up, we found it was very low, almost touching the tops of the beautiful golden poplars. We were very excited, for it went backwards and forwards as though trying to locate its bearings. There was a very thick mist preventing its progress. We discovered that this was the reason for its flying so low. It gave me such a thrill to watch the bird-like machine flying through the air. I long sometimes to be able to fly in one, and I hope that one day In the near future the treat may come my way. Love. —Pink certificate to “Polly Flinders,” age 10 years, Otane. (I shall look forward to having an essay some day entitled “Polly Blinder’s Ride in an Aeroplane.”—C.K.)

This week I am going to write about How I spent my school holidhys. We started off at nine o’clock and arrived at half-past nine at Wia Prigi. We pitched our tfent and got everything ready. After we had tilings fixed up we found, a little way from the beach a small lagoon, where there were crabs. Here we spent nearly all our time in catching them, although we were often fishing or playing on the beach. 'But to my disappointment the holidays came to an end, and I enjoyed them. lam sending you a photo. “Big Bill” is on the right, 1 ‘ Tiger Shark ” is on the left. —Blue certificate to “Big Bill the Pirate,” ago 10 years, Hastings. (All things come to an end, Big Bill, but you will be able to enjoy another holiday some day. I like the photographs so much, and Tiny looks a pet. Thank you very much.—C.K.)

One fine day my sister and I thought that we would go and see the scrubcutter’s tent. In the afternoon we set off. Soon we were ready to explore. There was a house made out of sacking and also a framew’ork, which the tent had been on. Inside were some boxes which had onions in, but we would not go in for fear of rats. Also there was a big camp oven, which had three legs. The framework was a bedroom and the sack-house was their kitchen. There were four scrub-cutters. They were Dalmatians. They all used to work in tho same order.

—Blue certificate to “Cobweb,” age 10 years, Otane. (Did you wish that you could use the tent for a playhouse, Cobweb?—C.K.)

I have five dolls. I have a big doll, two middle-sized dolls, and two smaller ones. The big doll is dressed in pink knitted clothes and I call her Sylvy. The next two ones’ names are Eva and Mary, and I have got a pram to wheel the dolls in. I take them out for a walk some days. The big doll just fits into the pram. I have to put her head up a bit. And that is all. Love to the Kiwi band.

—Blue certificate to “Heatherbell,’ age 8 years, Te Kura.

(What a nice family for you to look after, Heatherbell. Have you names for the two youngest members?—C.K.)

I was up early on Saturday morning in plenty of time to catch the 8 o’clock car arriving at nine o’clock at Fernhill. I climbed the trees of tho plantation, nearly falling several times. Much time was spent in watching the men sowing big logs, which took a few days. I found out in the last week that a river ran down past the back paddock, where I went for walks. Now my holidays are over and I am going home. —Blue certificate to “Tiger Shark,” age 8 years, Hastings. (Perhaps in the summer you will have another enjoyable holiday. Thank you, Tiger Shark, for the photograph, which I have pasted in ay album.— C.K.)

I am writing to you about my holiday. We went to our cousins in Woodville three weeks last Saturday. The first day wo were there we went to another cousin’s place next door. We played football, and in. the afternoon we went up town to buy some sweets, then back to our cousin’s. After a good day we had tea, and soon after went to bed. In the morning we got up and milked three cows. When wt had finished milking, we had breakfast. Uncle said I could wash the separator things. When I had finished I put them on the shelf to dry. Love to all.

—Red certificate to “Jackdaw,” age 10 years, Otane.

(A holiday is lovely, isn’t it, Jackdaw, and makes everything so different from the usual school days.—C.K.)

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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXV, Issue 160, 22 June 1935, Page 15

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JUNIOR ESSAYS Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXV, Issue 160, 22 June 1935, Page 15

JUNIOR ESSAYS Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXV, Issue 160, 22 June 1935, Page 15