LITTLE SOUTHLANDERS' CHRONICLE

Southland Times, Issue 24681, 28 February 1942, Page 3

LITTLE SOUTHLANDERS' CHRONICLE

My Dear Cousins, First I want to remind you of the Field Day to which you are invited at the Dfyburgh School on Saturday, March 7; that is, one week from today. In spite of the shortage of space for our Chronicle, many of the regular features will be carried on, though by different methods. Instead of Between Ourselves, letters are being answered by post, the results of competitions will be sent to each entrant, and merit cards will be printed and sent out so that you may keep a record of your marks. Mind Sharpeners will be discontinued, but puzzles will appear in the Chronicle as often as possible, and marks given, with a new degree, Master of Puzzles, to be earned. A club room for Little Southlanders is being prepared on the ground floor of the Times Office, and I hope to have more news about this room for you next week. Your loving, COUSIN BETTY ENROLMENTS June Rickerby (6). 53 Clyde street. Margaret Ballet (8), 18 Eye street. Wallace Chilton (11). 11 Jackson street. Michael Ferns (9), 20 Jackson street.

FIRST PUZZLE COMPETITION: What country is this? Marks and a prize will be given for correct and neat answers. These marks may be counted for the degree. Master of Puzzles. Entries close MONDAY, March 9.

COMPETITIONS 568th COMPETITION: Poem for all Cousins, any subject. Entries close MONDAY, March 2. 569th COMPETITION: Story for all Cousins: “My Favourite Way of Spending an Afternoon.” Entries close MONDAY, March 9. THE FROG POND One day while Betty was at her aunty’s place she went for a walk in the garden surrounding the house. In a clearing she discovered a frog pond. She sat down and watched her reflection in the water. After a few minutes a tiny green frog jumped out. Her wee pup .began jumping and snapping at it, for Spot was frightened that the frog would hurt his mistress. When the frog was back in the water Betty and Spot went back to the farmyard once more. —Prize of 1/6 to Cousin Sheena McEwen (9). DISGRACE Sent to bed in the afternoon, (As if 8 o’clock wasn’t much too soon!) Sent to bed when the clock says three, With no one to talk to, no honey for tea. Out in the garden they’re playing at ball, And nobody's thinking of me at all. Shut in the bedroom and hearing them shout. Nobody cares if I never come out! And I would be there with the others, I would, But just for a minute I forgot to be good. —3 marks to Cousin Dawn Hayes (10). MY HOLIDAY For the Christmas holidays I went to Christchurch. I arrived there on Christmas Eve, and on Christmas Day we went to the Hotel Federal for Christmas dinner. That afternoon we went out in the tram to Sumner. There were not many people there because of the war. For one week-end I went to Stewart’s Gully, which is about 12 miles from Christchurch. I had a row in a boat on the river and also several swims. The sun was shining brightly so I was rather sun-burnt. I also went to the public gardens and to the museum and art gallery. There were beautiful paintings and drawings in the art gallery, and in the museum there were stuffed animals and butterflies. I never tired of these. I also went down town many times, and also out visiting, so that I thoroughly enjoyed my stay in Christchurch. —3 marks to Cousin Mary Shivas (14). j