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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVI, Issue 20372, 28 September 1929, Page 4 (Supplement)

♦% X He lost the game; what mattered ««• that? He kept hia temper and threw «J» up his hat V •> To cheer the winners. A better •J* -way *•* %• Than to lose his temper and win V *> the day. V *> # t # —From Betty Crawford. »J« ! Matal St.. Te Kuiti. «J. •!< «*♦ *J"!« 't» *l* <!" i« 'l* *!• %• *l* '

DEAR BOYS AND GIRLS,— You will all be interested to-day in the prize-winning list of tho Painting Contest. It was no easy jcb awarding tho prizes, for man> competitors showed great originality and no small aitistic talent in their entries. I have a number of entries in tho Aviation Flight Competition, also for the girls' letter-writing contest, and the concluding chapter of our Serial, so there should be plenty of interesting reading in our page during the next week or two. " Boy's Own" items still wanted, particularly from Our older members.' Love to you all, from Your Friend. FIRE! FIRE! Dear Miss Mortor..--My eister and 1 twoke the other night to hear someone running down the etsps behind our house. There waa a loud knock on the door and someone epoko through the window to my father, who was in*bed When he had lit a candle ho canio to our room and told u* that the house on tho hill behind our placo was on fire At that moment our windows were lit up with a frightful glare. Jumpins out of bed I rushed to the window and looked up at tho house, to see that the flames had started to pour out of the front windows. Hastily donning our clothes my mater and I went up the steps. By this time the flames were rouriug out on to the verandah, and. as tho only water available was that in the tanks of the house, it was doomed to destruction. There was nothing to do but watch it bum and beat <<at an occasional fiaro in tho scrub caused by flying sparks. There were only four men thero, but as nothing could bo done we did not ring up for more help. Tho owner, who had Bono to bed, leavine some clothes round the fireplace to dry. had wakored up at 2 o'clock in the moraine to find hia loom full of smoke. lie opened the door and was met by a volume of flame and smoke. Having climbed out the window he rushed for help, which arrived too late. As tho house was situated on the top of a hill, near the beach, it could be seen from tho other side of the river and mileß around. We stood at a safe distance and watched it burn away. Ono piece of roofing iron was raised into the air with tho heat, turned around two or three tim?s. and feu down with » clatter. When the greatest part of the fire was over my sister and I cot some supper ready for tho men. Next morning wo climbed tho steps to see the remains, and beheld a well-know:a .Tinopian landmark turned to a osnes and iron.—From Mavis Padget, Tinopai. AN AUSTRALIAN PICNIC.

Dear Miaa Morton.—'This is an account cf a trip inother made when she was a Kirl to see the salt lakes of Edlthburgh. At 5 o'clock the B.S. Warooka left Adelaide for After a few hours on tne boat mother saw the cliffs crowing nearer and the was able to distinguish tho bull Ketinery Undo John met mother SDd they set o3 for the farm. It was a Pl« asa » t drive in the bright Australian sunshinp. Here and there shady (jura trees cast their •ibadows across the road, and saudy pa*ralicbts screeched . and called \°.? ue . As *r they darted m and out of the bush. As uncle and inother drove along they several larfro lakes, which *o brightly it was puinfui to look a- them. Uncle said they were some of the salt lakes. Js'est niomiric mother and her cousins went for a ramble in the bush. Ihey heard he magpies carolling together . and saw the 73bbits as they scampered into their burrow: under the log fences. Presently they camt to two lakes on uncle s farm. One la? white and the other was a .delicate •pink. Baskets and photoframes, etc., were nut in the lake for a number of weeks. When they were withdrawn thf 1 were crusted with pink and white crystals In the late summer the lakes became dried up *nd lorries drove across. Men ocraped up the salt, bagged it. and sent it jo the refinery. It was then cleaned, cnished and hacsed for fxport. -L/ove from Elsie V- urine, Creat Houth Road. Mauurcwa.

UP MT. TOKATEA. Dear Miss Morton.-—Lant Saturday I went fir n, ride on my horse to the loftiest peak 'u tlte mountain When I h.lf up 1 left my horse and went to the moutn or I claim called Father's. Hope, and there I could hear the men Picking away at the cround in eearcb of gold. On calling out I beard my voice echo in the drive. Leaving Ihe mine I again mounted my bor»e and continued my climb. However, at 1.30 p.m. I arrived at my destination, where the most ■wonderful scenery which I have ever seen struck my eyes, and for the moment I was dumbfounded. Far iu thodistancethe Little Barrier's outline could be seen. Many little islands covered with bush, as Breed *9 grass, seemed to me to have been painted by a famous artist. Below me could be seen the small township of Coramandel. On the west waa the vast Pacific Ocean Beneath I could see numerous bays, awl about fifteen miles out I could make out tho sword-fishintr grounos. . As night approached the hills were painted sol den by the rays of the sinking sun. So that ended jny perfoct day.—-Roy McNeil. Tiki Road, Coromandel. THE MAIL-BAG. E Anderson: Many tha.nke for nice letter. The painting entry was very good, and •hows great improvement. . . , Thelma Bollard: If you wish to join the •Artists' Circle you must first submit painting or drawing, cnclosinc same with your enrolment form. _ . Ron McNeil: I am no sorry you been ill. Ron, and hope you are qaito well * S IrS Bradley: No doubt your name will appear some time. .Iris, iou just have to ba patient, for are many boys and *irls waitinc as well as you. Thank you for the little story lea. 1 received the ot He r ien Somerville: You did not give your hge, so your name could not be included in pen-friends list. If you copy your drawing it cannot very well be mariced original, tfa the enlarging does not reaJy count 'iKSS'ltockley' Th. Cheerio! nhoold fc» •*S fer silver stars you send them in ana re eeive a book prize. lilt« a "Hugh Mountfort' Rather too m nch .p K ®,* echoof lesson, Hugh, but thank you mr the idei. also for the riddles. Letters, Sketches, etc., also RM«lved from s Hazel V/aite, Isabel Barker. Doreen SimS«^6t Tl ßell. a Doris' ''Kilson. Harold Osborne. D ° p^nlpfT i^n r O S r?: Sf™&eW S .: James and Elsie Lea. Beverloy Williamsoa