WASHING DAY

Southland Times, Issue 23544, 25 June 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)

WASHING DAY

—PRIZE— Today is Monday, fine and dry. And big white clouds are rushing by, A strong wind’s blowing all the way, And so today is washing day. The clothes are hanging on the line, Some stockings, sheets, a dress of mine, School blouses, shirts, and jerseys there, Are blown about, now far, now near. You’d think that they’d be blown away; There’s such a wind for washing day. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Mary Maloney (13), Makarewa.

—PRIZE— Come let us have a washing day, Before we take our dolls away. Their clothes are anything but clean, It makes them look so dull and mean.

We take the clothes from off their backs, And give them each some paddy-whacks, We put their clothes in the tubs to steep, While we are singing our dolls to sleep.

We rub and scrub with all our might, ’Till all the clothes look clean and white, Then hang them on the line to dry, And prop them up so very high.

At noon we bring them in again, They look so nice without a stain, We iron them and . make them neat, And then our dollies do look sweet. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Isabel McEwan (9), 87 Morton street.

—PRIZE— Fill the copper, light the fire, And have the clothes all gathered, Put the white ones into boil And get the woollies lathered.

Now you rinse them in some blue, And put them through the wringer, On the line you hang them too, .< And listen for that singer.

For when you’re in the garden Hanging out the clothes, You do not want a blackbird A-pecking off your nose. . , Prize of 1/- to Cousin Esme Linscott (10), Section 4, Wrights BushGladfield R.D.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Six little sheets lying in a tub, Along comes the washer-woman, rub-a-dub~dub. With soap and with water she washes them clean, j Just like a baby (but sheets don’t scream).

Six little sheets hanging out to dry, Just like babies (but sheets don’t cry). , . , j • Six little sheets being packed away, For this is the end of busy washing

day. —3 marks to Cousin Joy Rowley (10), P.O.'Box 68, Invercargill.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Now Monday is our washing day, And busy we must be,

There’s wood to get, and fires to light, And they’re the jobs for me.

I am a little small just yet, To wash the clothes myself. But mother says surely I may Help her to wash the shelf. —3 marks to Cousin Maisie Lobb .(9), Box 28, Edendale.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— On washing day I have a busy time, Hanging my dollies nappies on the

line. When, they are dry I iron them very neatly, Then put them on my dolly, and they do look sweet.

When I take my dollies out Their clothes are gleaming white I feel very proud of dolly. When I take her out. —3 marks to Cousin Grace Weir (8), 185 Morton street. •

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Washing day is mother’s day While in the tubs she scrubs, Dirty clothes and grubby clothes, Oh how she scrubs and rubs.

When her washing is all over, She looks so very glad, For she can sit and rest away And feel not so sad. —3 marks to Cousin Phyllis Warren (12), Monowai, via Tuatapere.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— I like to wash my dollies’ clothes, And hang them on the line, I wash them on a Saturday, If it is dry and fine. I get a tub of soap-suds, To make them nice and clean, And when you see them you would say, They’re the sweetest you have seen. —3 marks to Cousin Melva Lake (7), Tussock Creek.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— I like to wash my dolly’s clothes, Upon a windy day, . , So that they will look nice and

clean, For every shopping day.

I rub them hard upon the board. To wash out all the dust, I look to see no rain is near, For get them dry, I must. —3 marks to Cousin Dorothy Lake V.A.C., (9), Tussock Creek.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— First of all I get the clothes And put them in the tub, When I use the Rinso, I do not have to rub.

And out they go, white as snow. To blow upon the line, When they’re dry I take them in, “My washing’s done, how fine! —3 marks to Cousin Marjory Heads (10), Edendale.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Out into the wash-house mother f goes, With a basket crammed with dirty clothes, She turns on the tap and puts in the

Plugs, And then in go the soapy suds.

Into the copper they go to be boiled, The sheets, pillow cases and towels that are soiled, Dresses and shirts and aprons too, All have to be washed and rinsed through the blue. 1

Into the basket and on to the line, And mother hopes' it will keep fine. But all the time mother is gay, All because it’s washing day. —3 marks to Cousin Isobel Munro (13), Ardlussa, Balfour.