SUNSHINE CORNER

Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6948, 29 June 1929, Page 14

SUNSHINE CORNER

THE HAPPIEST OF JULY, Birthday greetings to — Evylyn Fowcll, 31st. Joseph Oliver, 12th. Olive Alsop, ISth. Tasman Algie, 30th. Jessie Brown, 11th. James Oliver, ISth. Violet AVhcclcr, 12th. Brenda AVilliams, 2Sth. Elsie Ivearst, 16th. Nancy Edwards, 27th. Laurence Paulding, loth. Margaret Bel), 2Sth. Lloyd Hardic, sth. Frank Nutsford Frank Judd, 25th. Edward Daly, 21st. Isabel Beard, 1-ith. Ruby Managh, 10th. Ronald Russell, 7th. Annie ITarland, 27th. Gwendoline AVilliams, 3rd.

Betsy (watching a blacksmith): Did that man make that horse, Mummy? Mummy: Of course not, darling. Betsy: AVcll, that’s funny. I just saw' him tacking on its feet.

Householder (to burglar): Here, you drop that coat and clear out. Burglar: Y'ou bo quiet or I’ll wake your wife and show her this letter of hers you forgot to post last month. Old Lady: Sonny, why don’t you make your little brother come out of the water and take him home. He’ll catch a cold. Toung Teddy: Oh, that’s all right —E’s'got a cold already, lidy. Host (proudly exhibiting volumes in library): This is my new edition of Shakespeare. Ignorant Guest: Good ’Eavcns, man, is that, follow' still writing? I ’aren't read ’is latest. Mistress: Don’t call me "Missus," Gertrude. Call me "Mum." Gertrude (the maid): Oh, no, I couldn’t do that, as I call my dear mother Mum. I’ll call you Aunty if you don’t mind. Blinks: I bought a new’ radio recently to keep the kiddies indoors. Jinks: AA T as it a success? Blinks: Not altogether—because now they stop indoors until they hear the announcer call "Good-night, everybody, good-night." Little Flossie from, ilie city, was visiting country friends, and seeing a jar of honey dn the breakfast table decided to let lier "country cousins" see that, she knew' something about country life after all. Looking at the jar, and eyes upraised: "Ah, I sec you keep a bee!" More Tongue Twisters. Can you say each of these six times in rapid succession? Need Nelly know Noel’s annoyed? Gerald gave Granny gorgeous gowns. Polly Page possesses particular parents. Make my midday meal, Mary. Eve is expecting Eric’s arrival any time. Docs Dan deny Dolly’s deceit?

Ask These. Q. A room full, a house full, but one can 't catch a dishful. A. Smoke. Q. Name the two capitals of New Hampshire. A. Capital N and capital H. Q. When is a candy box like two letters of the alphabet? A. When it is M. T. (empty). Q. What contains more feet in summer than in winter? A. A wading pool. FOR A RAINY DA 1 ?. Take a sheet of notepaper and ask one of the company to write the first line of a verse of poetry, then turn down the portion on which he or she has written, and ask the second to write the second line of any verse; and the third line, and so on until you have four or six lines. Then open the paper, and ask one of the members to read the writing. The verse will be found to bo very curious and amusing. If only two are playing they write alternate lines Do not let anyone see the line you have written before all have made their contributions, Imt turn your portion of the paper well down. RIDDLES. Why is the sea always restless?— Because it has so many rocks in its bed.

When is the soup likely to run out of the saucepan? When there is a leek (leak) in it. What coat is finished without buttons and is always put on wet? A coat of paint. When is a piece of wood like a king? When it is made into a ruler? Why is a boy getting off a tram like a man walking towards a lamp? Because he is going to alight. Why did the hall-stand? Answer: Because it saw the doorstep. Why arc teeth like verbs? Answer: Because they arc regular, irregular, and defective. Why is a Ford car like a bath? Answer: Because everyone likes one, but nobody likes to be seen in one.

BABY PRINCESS STARTS VOGUE FOB YELLOAV DRESSES.

Romping in a yellow irocrc one day last April, Princess Elizabeth passed her third birthday. Thy little girl docs not know, of course, that she is but three removes from the Throne; iu fact, she has only just discovered she is a "P’iucess." It was but a day or so previous to her birthday that she knocked with her chubby fist upon a door and when her mother called "AVho is there?" answ’cred in an important little voice: "Lilybet, the P’incess."

Like a sensible mother (says the London correspondent of "Times") the Duchess of York took her daughter to the country for the birthday party. "Are wc going to G’annic’s or G’auma’s?” the baby asked, and was informed that tlio party w r as to be at "G’annie’’ is the Countess of StrathMajesty the Queen is "G’aumq." "G’annie" is the Countess of traithmore. The particular one of "G’annic’s" estates to which they were going was St. Paul’s, AVakloubury, Hertfordshire; a vast yet cosy rod brick house in which the Duchess of York was born in IUOO. It would have been altogether ‘unsuitable to have gone to "G’annio’s” Glands Castle, according to legend the very same in which, as Shakespeare Has told, Macbeth did murder Duncan. An efficient staff was busy for a week sorting out the birthday presents that arrived for the little Elizabeth, but to find out which of the presents were given to the princess would bo like probing a State secret. Certain it is, however, that the mechanical monek sent by the Queen and the' Cairn terrier pup from the Prince of AValcs were duly presented on the birthday morn. The baby princess has started to mould the fashions already. Yellow is her first achievement. The -test was made recently of strolling into Self ridge's and asking at the baby counter about this colour. "Now two years ago, mind you,” said the salesman, "if apyonc wanted yellow things for a baby wo should have had to order them specially. Pink or blue or white were the colours then. Now every mother, almost, wants to buy a little yellow frock or a primrose bonnet like Princess Elizabeth’s."

My Dear Hub, ~ In my opinion the Ideal Home is one in which love and happiness reign supreme. Our parents: 4ro, responsible for this, because they arc the homemakers. Those of us who Jove and appreciate beautiful and artistic things ioolc for such in our Ideal .Home.

Beautiful carpets, furniture and hangings, artistically decorated walls against which tc shew off lovely pictures, china and other choice ornaments. But this requires money which all do not possess and yet I think, an Ideal Home is within reach of everyone. Cheap, even shabby furniture can be so arranged to give a comfortable andfhomcly appearance. Flowers about the rooms, cheerful cretonnes and coloured fabrics for curtains and cushioncoverings, bright cheery fires in clean hearths, all make for happiness and comfort. Last but not least, cleanliness and tidiness arc important and in my Ideal Home, with law and order in the management of everything. The garden too, must not be forgotten, it is the stepping-stone into the Ideal Home. Rich and poor alike can h.avo a beautiful garden, provided there is a bit of ground to cultivate. With loving care and attention, the smallest space can be coaxed into colour' with lovely blooms almost all the seasons through. These things taken together, I think, make up the Ideal Home. From .vour affectionate Cog, HUGH.

My Dear Hub, At last I can send in my bit for the Relief Fund. About a week ago I had to stay in bed with chillblains and now I am in bed again-with

HOME LIFE. The first thing toward making ‘Home Life’ ideal is the happy atmosphere created by love. Our 'parents love each other, they love us, wc love them, and we arc taught to love everything and verybody. Home Life tc most boys like myself is one long lesson of correction. Somehow everything wo want to do is wrong. I simply can’t help making a noise, which I suppose really is annoying. If I move a chair it will scrape along the floor,, and a pillow light usually ends with Maurice in tears. Perhaps the cushions do get dirty when I use them to stand on my head in the corner, and so far the sofa springs have, not broken with my jumping. Now if all these things did not matter it would save such a lot of worry. I love reading and it scorns that (hat is the only time I am good. But, I love my home and I would not, have it. changed for anything. If the lessons that arc daily drilled into mo bear fiuit. then I should surely grow up a credit to my parents and my Home Life. JOSEPH OLIVER. Dear Hub and all my follow Cogs, How exciting it is when one sees their name in the paper to say they have won a prize. It was more than pleased for I thought other Cogs were I cleverer than I. I thought it was only a dream until I got my prize tonight, for which I must thank the Hub very much; also for the letter which she enclosed with it. I did not go to the show, because 1 it. was too wot and miserable. If I went to the show, I would come and sec you. Well Hub, with best rushes from JOHN, Fcilding. MY IDEAL HOME. The perfect home which I have pictured in my mind, would not be found in town or city, it would be situated in the country, where the air is pure, the whole scene flooded with sunshine, and the sweet song of the birds would fill the air, for my homo m’ust be picturesque, above all things. The spacious house, would be surrounded by well kept lawns, ornamented with rare shrubs, and round

about, garden plots, brilliant with choice flowers, would give their sweet perfume. Perfect peace would feign within this home, for all its occupants would bo filled with joy and happiness. When our day’s work was done, and we all gathered around a cheerful lire, wc would take advantage of my extensive library, for it would be my hobby to accumulate a line collection of I looks. A gramophone with many beautiful records, would pleasantly pass the time. But what I should value greatly, would be my wireless set, which would enable me lo keep in touch with things. Seated comfortably in our easy chairs, in this country home, wo would listen to concerts and enjoy the music, as though we were present at the entertainment. Picture a home of beauty, filled with love and joy and happiness, and you have my “Ideal Home.” COLIN SMITH. - • " '' '~ k ~ n

; llic game thing. The weather is dread iul find it is very • cold.' Oh, it is sac to think of those poor people at the West Coast being shaken by the earthquake.

Dear Hubby, I am tired, so I write more. I will look forward to the Cog’s letters on Homo Life. Before closing, I would like fo say that I know Rene and "William Dorward and X am glad to have them in our Big Wheel. Love to everybody, from JULIA.

I?.S. I nearly forgot to say too, that I know Alfred and Stanley Cocks. Wo live right close to them, playing together very often. • AN IDEAL HOME. “Love qne Another.”" For my subject I will take a borne where the children have grown from childhood, carefully brought up with a mother and father’s loving tenderness. They arc now young men and women,, but still loving their parents with an unending love, trying to do all they can to repay them for the careful upbringing from childhood. Tho parents in this homo were not rich, anu often had a hard struggle to manage for their children, but with love .it their back they succeeded in the strong battle, one helping the other. As the children grew up, mother shared confidences with her daughters, while father does the same with, his son, not being afraid to go to one another for advice. The home being poor though it was, was always cheerful and happy j in the evenings when work was over. - -The" doors were always open to the

young peoples’ friends who came of an evening to enjoy themselves daneing, and romping to the music of a phonograph, bought jvith the savings of the son and daughters. All the while mother would bo planning a, dainty but plain supper for her children and friends. The son and daughters of this homo did not always want to be out for pleasant times but were content to go out working sharing their earnings with their parents. Often father and mother were taken out for a treat by their children, and very proud they felt of them. "Perhaps another evening, father would go off with bis son to the workshop to think an extra part wanted for comfort, whilo mother and the girls were planning out a new scheme for clothing, but not forgetting to be careful with expenses, also they would bo doing mending that was to be done, as they laughed and joked with one another. .Some evenings, tho children would go out on their own or with a friend not forgetting to tell their parents where they were going, if they were wanted, each calling a cheering good-bye ns they went. , Sent in by JOY.

HOME LIFE. Dear Hub, , "Wo have a very modern home containing eight rooms. There arc three bedrooms, a drawing room,, a large dining -room, a kitchen, a breakfast room, and an up-to-dato bathroom. Tho dining room is large and is well lighted, and we use it a lot for entertainments. Wcliavo a player piano, a large sideboard, a settee, and two large settee chairs, wo also have a drophead table. In the corner there is a Jivevalve wireless set. The drawing room contains a few easy chairs, cushions, and a Brussel’s carpet. The bedrooms have tho usual furniture, with built in wardrobes, and floor stained, with mats of animal skins on tho floor. The kitchen has built in cupboards, a sink, and linen cupboard built in also. The kitchen has an electric stove and also the hot point for ironing. In the bathroom is a pofcelain bath, a towel rack, also a porcelain basin, and fitted with hot and cold showers. Tho walls are tiled with whito tiles anu the floor is cork covered. We have a fine tennis lawn in front of the house, also a croquet lawn at the back of the Louse, and a large yard

for drying the clothes. Well, I must closo now. Give my love to the Cogs and lots to yourself. . I remain, . Your loving Cog, . BLUEBELL. One night when her mother reminded Margaret that it was her. bed-time she said: “It isn't fair, at night you tell me I’m too little to stay- up, and in tho morning, you say I’m too big to stay in bed. . Aunt (to James): How do you like school? James: When it’s closed Teacher: If a farmer sold.a thousand bushels of wheat at 10s a bushel, wHat would he have? Bright Herbert:, A motor car, Miss. Sent in by “Aster.”'.