THE NEW KITE

Southland Times, Issue 23942, 7 October 1939, Page 5 (Supplement)

THE NEW KITE

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A brilliantly coloured kite on which was painted a grotesque face sailed merrily into the sky, higher than all the others. It looked very well with its bright reds and blues and yellows, and its long multicoloured tail—at least so Neville Brown thought as he watched with, pride its restless antics. “Oh bother,” he said to himself, for another boy had come into the field, and his kite had mounted so high that neither he nor his comrades could manage to outrun it. However, he had a ball of string in his pocket. Perhaps he could manage to beat the boy yet. But he did not need to worry. Around the field were placed at intervals several oaks. The unknown boy had run with the wind over towards the other side of the field. A shout of warning came from Neville, but it was too late. The kite was no longer bobbing with the wind. Instead it was fastened securely to the topmost branch of the tallest oak, and had a hole right in the middle. Upon seeing the boy’s downcast face, Neville wound up his kite string and hurried over to the boy, who stood looking up at his kite. “You may fly mine if you like,” said Neville without hesitation. Then he added proudly, “It’s a new one which I made myself. I used the directions in Cousin Betty’s page. It looks as if it is going to rain. Shall we go in and make one as-soon as you’ve had a turn?” “If I could make one half as good as that, I would give anything to know how to do it,” said the boy. “I have been wanting to join the Chronicle for a long time, but have not done so. I will write tonight.”

And that is how one member became a Little Southlander. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Mina Mitchell (11), Gladfield R.D.

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“Look under your pillow and you’ll find a present from the radio fairies,” said the announcer. Off scampered May to her bedroom, where she found under her pillow a lovely new kite. “Oh! Mother, isn’t it lovely?” said excited Mary, as she danced about the floor with delight. “I must go at once to see June, my friend, and then we’ll go to the hill to fly it." So mother wrapped Mary up warmly, for it was a cold day, and May ran to June’s home to see u she would come with her to fly her wonderful new kite.

• June consented eagerly, and up on the hill they let out a long string. Away soared the kite towards the sky. Fainter and fainter grew the comical face on the kite as it bobbed upand down in the wind .When the string was right out and the kite far up in the sky, they tied the string to a stick in the ground. For a whole hour they watched fascinated, but when their mothers called them, for tea, they had to pull the kite in.

I’m sure Mary and June would dream that night of the fun they had with the new kite.

—Prize of 1/- to Cousin Mary Sim (11), Pukemaori, Tuatapere R.D.

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Anne’s mother bought her a beautiful new kite, which had a funny face painted on it. Anne was very proud of it and showed it to her friends. This made the kite proud too. Anne and the children went out into the big field to fly the kite. It was a very windy day and as they had yards of string the kite soon soared like a big bird into the blue sky. The higher the kite rose the prouder it became and it thought no kite had ever flown as high. As it was still sailing merrily about the sky it saw a little sparrow which had a broken wing. The little bird was dropping through the air like a falling leaf, and she asked the kite if it would kindly let her rest on its back. The kite was quite pleased to do so, and the sparrow told it that a big hawk had snapped her wing. Just then a big hawk came and frightened the little bird away. 1116 hawk said to the kite, “You cannot fly like me. I can go where I choose. Watch me,” And away he flew. The kite was very angry and tried to fly away like the hawk. He tugged and pulled at the string and at last broke it, but instead of flying like a bird it came down to earth with a thud, tearing all its new coat. The hawk, who was watching from a tree near by went away laughing. Poor Anne could not understand why the string should break, and the proud kite didn’t say a word. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Noelene Holloway (8), 397 Herbert Street.

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A boy was once given a kite for his birthday. He was very excited because that was what he had been wanting for a long time. A terrible thing happened when he was flying it one day. He was flying it over a telegraph wire when suddenly it was caught. Snatching it, the boy got a shock and was killed. Was not that a silly thing to do?

I was very excited because my father was going to buy me a new kite. He was going to buy it the day. At last I had the kite out in the paddock, flying it high up in the sky. It was very pretty. It had a mouth, a nose and two eyes. It had a -very pretty tail, too. After I had had it for two or three years it was very tom.

—2 marks to Cousin Lois Cunningham (10), Conical Hills-McNab R.D., Gore.

—2 marks to Cousin Melva Lake A.C., (8), Section 8, Glencoe R.D.

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One day a boy went into a shop and came out with a new kite, which, when he got home, he flew in his backyard. While the boy was flying it she whispered to the wind to break the string, for she said she could fly by herself. But the wind would not.

The next day when the boy was flying his kite the wind broke the

string and she fell down the chimney above which she had been flying. Soon after the chimney was swept by a chimney sweep who found the kite, which Was black. Taking her home he used her as a scarecrow by putting clothes on her.

—2 marks to Cousin Isabel McEwen V.A.C., (11), 87 Morton street. —HIGHLY COMMENDED—

One day, when the wind was blowing, I decided to take my kite out in the wind. . When I took it out in the wind, I let all the string go that I had in my roll of string. When it wjis up I ran with it across the paddock and I thought that I would pull the string in. I went inside. I went up to my cousin’s place, and we thought we would take our kites out into the wind. When we were out in the wind our kite's flew like .anything. Then we pulled our kites in and I went home.

So that was the end of the kite for that day. —2 marks to Cousin James Lockerbie (10), Limehills. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— The new kite was coloured a bright blue with white stripes. Father had made it for us and today was the first windy day, so we were going to. fly it. I held the string and away it went. It looked lovely up among the clouds. Suddenly the string broke and away soared the kite. The last we saw

of it, it was floating away over the sky. We have not had another kite since. —2 marks to Cousin Dorothy Lake M.A.C., Section 8, Glencoe R.D. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Once upon a time a boy bought a new kite. He wanted some string from home to fly it; but they had no string, so he could not fly his kite. He was angry, and he tore it to pieces and that was the end of it. —2 marks to Cousin Roy Cunningham (8), McNab-Conical Hills R.D., Gore.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Little lambs are frisking, In fields so fresh and green, Daffodils are peeping, What a lovely Birds' are singing sweetly Everywhere we go; Tiny brooks are bubbling As to the sea they flow. Scented, dainty violets, 'lrocuses so sweet All are out in blossom Everywhere we meet. But by now you will have guessed, Whose beauties I do sing, For is it not that we me proud Of spring, oh glorious spring? —2 marks to Cousin Vera Lake M.A.C., (15), Section 8, Glencoe R.D. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Spring again is here at last, And the cruel cold is past. So the lambkins frisk and play, In the meadows all the day. Flowers in the garden show, A display all in a row. While the birds up in the air, Do not seem to have a care. —2 marks to Cousin Cora Pedlar (12), 169 St. Andrew street.