240 LITERS TO HER CREDIT

Manawatu Times, Volume 64, Issue 153, 1 July 1939, Page 14

240 LITERS TO HER CREDIT

Pahiatua. Dear Hub, Again in weekly rhyming mood, I pen a line to you, The time is almost midnight With Sunday morn in view. I thought I’d get this written And leave my Sabbath free, For homework in the afternoon And going out to “tea.” To-night I also visited A married friend of mine Who reads every Saturday Aly weekly news in rhyme. To me it is a diary With laughter and tears, Spreading o’er my letters For the last five years. I sometimes sit and ponder At the years gone and past, The fun and sorrow crowding them Experiences so vast. Aioments passed for ever, Returning never more, No matter how the heartaches Nor how bereft and sore, Pleasures fleet and lovesome Youths adventurous ways All are penned weekly In my ‘ ‘ Book of Passing Days. ’ ’ Sometimes I would recapture Some pleasure or thrill, Such as my first evening gOAvn, Or skating’s first sad spill, Or perhaps some happy day Gone for ever more, Still ono has the memory Of the loveliness it bore. The football ball was marvellous, A thrilling time I had, And such pleasing pastime Alade me very glad. The music was wonderful, The time was hard to beat, It filled you with rhythm, Even the tiredest feet. The evening flew rapidly And lots of folk retired When for continued waltzing A taste I had acquired. I got home in the wee sina’ hours With tired and sleepy head, I welcomed very gladly Aly white and restful bed. I am very sleepy, But must not end so soon, While through my bedroom window Peeps a silver moon. The night is really stormy, But moon and stars are out, To show the homeward wanderers Their lonely way about. The trees outside are rustling And nodding their heads, Gossiping and sighing Above sleeping flower beds. Jennifer was in to-day, She asked me for “more nice,” I unwisely gave her some, But she will pay the price For sweet things are not good for her, She’s too young to understand, And naturally she smiles at you And puts out an open hand. I haven’t worn my new frock yet, Tomorrow if its fine Perhaps the joy and privilege Of wearing will be mine. Love to all the Coglets, This letter soon I’ll end, And kindest thoughts and wishes To my friends I send. The clock is slowly ticking The midnight hour away, And so to bed I’ll retire, Au revoir to say Somehow I cannot rhyme well, My thoughts are out of tune, Perhaps it is the latness, Maybe its the moon! Oh, well, the next week I hope to write better, And again I conclude And close this funny letter. Naughty Alarietta. I hope I may be able to accede to your request, my dear, it is not always easy to secure back copies of the paper. It will be difficult for any Cog to beat your record of writing, I am sure. Awahuri. Dear Hub, —I am just writing a few lines to go with the skilltest. Haven’t we had some terribly bad weather, Hub? I often think of the little boys and girls who are hungry and cold this weather, also the poor littlo birds. I play basketball at school now and like the amended rules very much. The skilltest Avas easy this week. Did you go to the show, Hub? I did not because it was too wet. Well, as there is no more news I will close. With lots of love to all. Beauty. I think the weather has not been at all bad for the middle of the winter. You must read Woodland Whisper’s letter iu the Page, Beauty, she gives us some fine thoughts. Basketball is a grand game for you, my dear, I only Avish they had played it when I was at school. Taikorea. Dear Hub, —I wish to join your happy party. I always look at your Page. J went to the show to see the Donkey Derby. Only one got home. Ilex Alora. Welcome, Rex, and “Captain Bligh” you may be. We shall expect nice letters of adventure from you. THE TALE OF THE MAGIC RING “Come in,” said he, bowing politely, and the princess and Mousey entered. “Oh, Air Rabbit,’’ cried the princess excitedly, “I have lost my ring, and Mr Alouse says you have found it. It is a magic ring, and I shall never be happy again until I have recovered it.” Air Rabbit scratched his head and looked very serious. “I did find a ring, princess, but I did not know it was yours) and as I have not much use for a ring, I gave it to Air Spikey-back Hedgehog for six turnips.” “Oh, I’m so disappointed and unhappy,” cried poor Princess Yo-Sau. “What shall I do?” “We must find Mr Spikey-back hedgehog at once,” cried Air Mouse. “Yes! Yes!” cried Mr Rabbit, who was a very excitable person, “I will take you there at once.” “Who is Mr what you said— Hedgehog?” and where does he live, and how far is it to his house?” asked the princess. “Mr Hedgehog is the prickly old gentleman who lives under the hedge and eats beetles and nuts,” said Air Rabbit. “We must go at once,” Baid Mr Mouse, “in case he gives the ring away for six beetles.” Funny Bunny. j,To be continued.)

800 MILES AN HOUR Some of the machinery which is used nowadays travels at an enormous speed, especially a turbine engine in which the steam strikes against a large number of blades fixed in a cylinder, driving the cylinder round and round. In a modern largo turbine the blades travel at the rate of 828 miles an hour, or over 13 miles a minute. Someone ha* said that if we could sit at the end of one of these blades when it Avas in operation and a firework cracker was exploded behind us Ave should never hear the sound. We should be travelling faster than sound travels in air, and so the noise would never reach us. RIDDLES Which Aveighs more, a half moon or a full moon? A half moon, because a full moon is lighter. Why is a crow a brave bird? Because it never shows a white feather. What tree cannot catch fire? The ash. What pound tveighs as light as a feather? A pound note. Urnutoi. Dear Hub, —I am writing to thank you for the Bkilltest money Avhich 1 received the other day. We are having our examinations at school next week. I like doing the skilltest but I did not do it this week. We have a little pup which follows us everywhere and is always getting into mischief. We had a foot of suoav a few weeks ago and it took a good many days to thaw out. As I have no more news I will close. Columbine. We started early with our snow this year and from the city the hills have been a great sight. How nice to have a puppy, but he does not get into mis chief, does he? Taihape. Dear Hub, —My Papa has been staying with us for a week. Palmerston North is getting married on Monday. Aly brother, sister and I have all had chicken-pox. It has been very wet up her but to-day there was a very hard frost. Aly little cousin, Betty, has gone down to stay with Bubbles. She has been sick but she is much better now., Daphne. FAIRIES Don’t go looking for fairies, They’ll fly away if you do. You never can see fairies ’Till they come looking for j ou.

Kiwiteu. Dear Hub, —Now to continue with the show. The glass bloAver first of all took the end of a piece of glass tubing and blew out so that it made a big bubble and then he touched it with another tube of glass and it broke and he handed the stuff round and it Avas just like glass only it Avas very fine and you could bend it auv way you liked. There is still more but I want to write the first instalment of “The Little Paper Alan. ” Tom Mix. Thank you Tom Alix, you were certainly observant at the show. It is nice to ha\'e contributions from the Cogs, but you must just be sure where you take them from. Alangataiuoka. Dear Hub, —I have not Avritten for a long time so I will have to make up for it. Naughty Alarietta’s letters are lovely. I AAish 1 could rhyme but t am afraid I cannot. We have not had any snow though it has been cold. I wish it would snow for I haAe uever seen it actually snowing. 1 did not go to the winter show but I think it muht have been wonderful. Several girls went and told me the girl in the goldfish bowl was fishy. The stories are lovely iu this week’s page, especially Funny Bunny’s story. I think Tarawera Scout was lucky to see such a beautiful cave, don’t you think so? I did not go anywhere for the Alay holidays because Alum was in hospital in Aromoln., but I am glad she is out again. I am enclosing a poem. Queen of Bells. Welcome back to the Page, Queen of Bells. I am glad you appreciate the contributions from the Big Famil}'. You had better start saA’ing up to go to Aladdin’s Cave. RIDDLES Q. What has its heart in its head? A. A cabbage. Q. What walks tAvo miles on one foot? A. A stocking. YOE ORCHARD Little Neddy lvnow-a-lot Climbed into tho apple-tree, Saw the shining apples there Green and Plump. So the greedy boy Reached a hand to gather them, When he slipped and on the grass Fell down Bump! —Copied by Winter Rose.