Competitions

Manawatu Times, Volume 61, Issue 44, 22 February 1936, Page 16

Competitions

AN “A" PUZZLE. Skilltest Winners. The two prizes this week go to Beth Fergussoh, Tckorangi, Rd., Halcombe. Dulcie Boyce, Kahuterawa Valley, Palmerston North. These two were the only correct entries received but there w r erc several Cogs with only on or two mistakes. Other solution's with ten or eleven words correct w T cre sent in by Hooami, Ralph the Rover,' Dorothy Collins, Rona Collins and Stanley Collins. SOLUTION TO “X’ ’ PUZZLE 1. Complex. 2. Appendix (or Annex). 3. Apex. 4. Index. . 5. Relax. G. Coax. 7. Perplex. 8. Lax. 9. Tax. 10. Hoax. 11. Phlox. 12. Fix. TIMOTHY’S DIARY. By Hurdle. (Continued). . .Wednesday: I went for a swim to-day. It was great. Of course “Bully” Summs had to be there to splash the girls. Two other fellows from ouv school were at the baths too and they came up from the water behind him and pushed his head under. He said nothing threatening—in fact he thanked them for doing it and mentioned that he enjoyed the ducking. Bet he didn’t. He’ll soon get his revenge on those “kids” or I’m not Tomothy Brown. Revenge is a terrible thing “Sharpeye” said so. I agree with him. Revenge is a terrible thing. I wist Dicky had come for a swim. This morning on my way to school I called for him; but ho was in bed with two or three lumps on his head and he said that he was stiff all over. Mrs Hedge was terribly distressed for she soon found out that Dicky and I had been sledging and said Dick must have I alien off the sledge. (It’s simply marvelous how mothei'3 find out things). You, dear Diary, know that wo were sledging. Then Dicky’s mum gave quite a long lecture on the dangers of sledging. She could have written a book on. sledging—but I bet no one would read it. 1 was nearly late for school too. It was my own fault though for I shouldn’t have listened to her very nice speech, or helped Dicky to work out the crossword puzzlo ho had discovered in one of the old newspapers. Somehow the youngest didn’t look sick —perhaps he was "putting it on” and must have bumped his head purposely. I’ve read of fellows who can do practically anything to make themselves look pretty bad and yet no harm comes to them. My! sometimes I wish that they could let me into the secret. Now Dicicy hasn’t read last week’s Cogs’ Page and besides I lent him a comic two days ago and he’s a very slow reader, so there is a reason for having two lumps on his head and being “stiff all over.” One of the boys, Tom Hearne by name, caught “Sharpeye” rather nicely. It was “Sharpeye’s” own fault anyway. Tom, I must admit had dirty feet for on his way to school he crossed some muddy paddocks. “I see Hearne that you did not wash your feet last night,” said the schoolmaster rudely. A merry twinkle played in Tom’s eyes. “Well,” replied Tom, “last Monday morning I was in such a big hurry to get to school that I forgot to wash them.” Didn’t the boys laugh! I did for one. “Sharpeye" went red all over and rang the bell for play. Serves him jolly well right. After school, before going for a swim, I called in at Dick’s home. The lumps on his head have lowered their height a little and he said (when he learnt were I was going) that he was ready to go for a swim. He even bounced up and down in his bed and “made out” that ho was swimming. Mrs Hedge, however, wouldn’t let him go- . (To be Continued). THE VOILET AND THE HOLLYHOCK. A very tall hollyhock stood in a very pretty garden. Although it was very tall and handsome it was even more proud"Of itsself. One day as it stood in the garden it saw a little voilet growing beside it. “Oh,” said the hollyhock, “fancy a little thing like you growing by me, a tall and handsome flower.” The voilet w-ho was very shy hid herself among the leaves and no one saw her. One day the gardener came along, “This voilet will never grow,” ho said and ho was just going to pull it out when he saw the voilet. “Oh! there is one after all and I never saw it,” he cried. One day the gardenor was showing a man his garden, “ this hollhoek takes.up too much room,” he said and he pulled it out and threw it on a rubbish heap and crushed it’s pride. Yum-Yum. HE TOOTLED. Mother: Bobby! Bob: Yes, mother? Mother: What in the world are you pinching baby for? Leave him! Bob: It’s all right, mother: We’re only playing motor cars, and he was the horn!