SUNSHINE CORNER

Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6815, 19 January 1929, Page 14

SUNSHINE CORNER

SUNSHINE CORNER.

"Goodness! What a long time you have been filling that pepper-box!” cried Freda’s mother. ‘"Oh, but mummie, it takes such a long t-inie getting it through the little holes! ” said Freda.,

John: Can I change my name to day, mummie? Mummie: Whatever for, dear?

John: Because daddy says he will •nve me a good canir.T when he gets home from the office today, as sure as my name is John.

Mother: Now, Freddie, don’t be so selfish. Let your little brother play with your marbles. Freddie: But he mean's to keep them aiways. Mother: Oh, I don’t think so. Freddie: Well, he’s swallowed two of them already ,any?vay. Willie: Teacher said policemen were here to minrl the peace. Policeman: That’s right, my lad. ...Willie: Will you mind this piece of toffee till I come cut of school?

Little Mabel was with her father at a garden party, but he seemed to prefer walking in the meadow where the grass was long. The grash hid his spats. "Oh, daddy,” cried Mabel. "Do walk on the path; no one can see your feet guards.”

Little Dolly’s mother had taken her out into the town to help with the shopping. When they went into the greengrocer’s, the proprietor, who was fond of children, gave the little girl a big,' red apple. The child took it, but not one word of thanks passed her lips. Dolly’s mother was somewhat embarrassed by her little girl’s lack of manners, and said: "Dear, what are you going to say?”' Dolly held out the apple -to the grccherocer and said briefly: "Peel it!” Brava Boy. Large Boy: I want a tooth out, an’ don’t want gas, ’cos I’m in a hurry. Dentist: That’s a bravo boy! Which tooth is it? Large boy (to small companion): Show him yet tooth, Albert. Pat (in grocer’s shop): Don’t let’s have that jam, mummy—it’s all stalks. Mummy : How do you know dear? Pat: Don’t you seo on the label it says, ‘Jix’s Jams —Branches Everywhere.-’ Say These Quickly. A glowing gleam growing green greets Greta; Sydney’s Socks suit Sally's sister. Willie Williams went winkling, whilo Wallie went walking. James jumbled Jane’s jumper; Jano jumped on James’ jersey.

The grocer was busy serving his customers wihen he noticed a small boy standing beside a large open crato of oranges and looking longingly at the fruit. 6 ‘

"Now then, my lad,” said the grocer, "what are you up to?” "Nothing,” said the boy, "Nothing,, eh? Well, it looks to me as if you were trying to take onO of those oranges!” “You’re wrong, mister,” retorted the lad promptly. "I’m trying not to! ”

Visitors were present, "Daddy, may I have a penny?” asked' little George. Dad obliged witli a smile. "This time you won’t make me give it back after the company’s gone, will you daddy?” was little George’s loud remark.

"Johnny,” said his father, as the boy took a biscuit from the plato, "don’t you know that it is impolite to help yourself before your elders?” "Why, pa, mother told me to help myself before you!” "What do you mean?” asked his father, while his mother iooked up with astonishment in every feature. V‘Why I heard mother tell Aunt Hannah that she hoped I wouldn’t take after you, and so I thought I’d ti'kc my biscuit first.”

She: This pistol belonged to my great-grandfather, the General. Ho lost a leg at Waterloo. He: By Jove! Awful place for losing things, what! I lost my golf clubs there last week!

Dickie’s small brother was making such a noise that his mother came running upstairs. "Whatever are you doing to the baby?” she asked. "He is crying so loudly I was only giving him some of my cod liver oil which you said was so nice,” said Dick. ■*

Little Girl: Look, daddy! I’ve drawn Miss Muffet. Father: Have you? I don’t see her. Where is-she? Little Girl: Oh! the spider’s frightened her away! HOW THE PARBOT TALKS. The parrot.is able to talk simply by reproducing with its throat, tongue, and beak, those words which it frequently hears spoken. We must not think that The bird understands wha.t i/t is saying, for it copies only those sounds which its sharp ears and clever brain catches. It is just as if the parrot were a small child, which, as we all know, often utters words which it does not understand, but which it has heard its parents say. If the parrot’s speech seems uncannily to fit in with what is being said at the time, it can only be called chance. The parrot is an extremely interesting pet, and can, with kind sympathy and patient perseverance, bo taught to speak with ease. The grey parrot of West Africa is the most intelligent bird and after extensive practice can imitate any sound.