A SHELVED TABLE

Southland Times, Issue 23610, 10 September 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)

A SHELVED TABLE

Oak, mahogany, or any other solid wood may be used for this heat pedestal table. To make it you will need: A, one tall upright, Ift BJin long, 2in wide, by lin thick; B, a short upright, Ift long 2in wide by lin thick; C, a connecting piece Bin long, sin wide, by 2in thick; D, a base 9Jin long, . 3in wide, by Jin thick; E,

2ft each Ift long, 2in wide, by Jin thick; F. four toes, each 2Jin long, 2in wide, by lin thick; G, lower top should be Ift 2in in diameter by Jin thick; H, supporting batten Ift

lin long, lin wide by Jiri thick; J, upper top Bin in diameter by Jin thick; K, batten 7im long, lin wide, by Jin thick. The two uprights are dowelled and glued to the connecting piece (C) which is tenoned to the base (D) The feet and toes are screwed in position, and the lower top is notched to fit the upright (A), and is supported by the short batten (H). This short batten can be tenoned to the tall upright and halved to the short upright The upper top (J) is supported by a short batten (K) which is halved and glued to the upright. The uprights are screwed through their battens.

THE DONKEYMOBILE

This is ah extract from an article by K. L. Simms, who made a trip across Africa recently. There are some districts in Africa over which no vehicle will travel except the donkeymobile. "So when we left the hard surfaced veld of the Great Karroo, aiid went to live in the sandy wastes of South-West Africa, we converted our Henry into a donkeymobile. The discarded engine was sold to the nearest broadcasting station to provide their lion-roaring effects, the klaxon was presented to the local jazz band, and the bodywork was purchased , by a firm of sardine-tin manufacturers. From the' proceeds we bought a second-hand dogcart and mounted its body on to Henry’s front axle and wheels. The donkeys we got for nothing.

Imagine the advantages of a donkeymobile! Our motive power would not drinks petrol at 3s a gallon, it would not smell (or not very much), and its noise would not drown all efforts at conversation. I would no longer have to burrow under my hat to provide hairpins for repairs to a motor-engine, and we would not have to be pushed down hill when starting out for the dorp 20 miles away. So one dear dawn our dusky henchman named Gladstone crawled out of his hut to unravel the welter of leather sold to us as second-hand harness, and to inspan the six donkeys. This achieved we set off with a hilarious chorus of braying instead of an engine blast. Oh! the delicious freshness of an African early morning! Everything went spendidly until we reached the last sand dune to be crossed. The dune was steep, and the donkeys pulled gamely. The leaders, Balaam and Ananias, strained hard as they staggered upwards. “A car would stick here badly,” I said.

“You bet,” agreed my husband, “but this outfit won’t stick.”

And it did not On the other hand, it came unstuck. The harness snapped, the mokes shot as if from a bow over • the crest of the dune, while the abandoned vehicle sank sickenly backwards with its shaft pointing skywards.

OLD RHYME

The dairy maid sang in days oS old: Come, butter, come, Come, butter, come, Peter stands at the gate Waiting for a buttered cak® Come, butter, eomei