LITTLE SOUTHLANDERS' CHRONICLE

Southland Times, Issue 24757, 30 May 1942, Page 7

LITTLE SOUTHLANDERS' CHRONICLE

My Dear Cousins, On Thursday afternoon the pupils of Dryburgh School, and their teacher, Miss Malcolm, came to visit our new club-room, and to play with the games and table-tennis. Many of these boys and girls are Little Southlanders, attending the school which was built as a result of the money-raising efforts of other Little Southlanders. Today a group of my cousins from the country are making a special trip to town to see Cousin Betty. This is the Aparima Clan from the Fairfax district Members who have visited me recently have told the clan all about the new room, and they are looking forward to seeing it. Next week I will tell you more about their visit.

Your loving

COMPETITIONS

561st COMPETITION: Story for all Cousins, every word beginning with the same letter. Entries close MONDAY, June 1. 562nd COMPETITION: Poem for all Cousins: "To a bird.” Entries close MONDAY, June 8. PUZZLE COMPETITION: Name the native birds of New Zealand and say what you know about each one. Entries close MONDAY, June 1. art~club 112th COMPETITION: Painting for all Cousins, "Patchwork Pussies.” Prizes of 1/to Cousins Marion Mathieson (13), Fairfax, Elsa Wilson (7), 308 Tay street. 113th COMPETITION: Drawing for all Cousins, “Jack Frost.” Entries close MONDAY, June 8. —PRIZE— The snow is falling on the ground, The powdery snow flakes make no sound; The ground is as white as white can be, As far, as far as 1 can see. Can you hear the heavy rain, Fitter patter on the pane? We have to play inside instead, And soon we feel like going to bed. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Roy Cunningham (11), McNab, Gore-Conical Hills R.D.

WINTRY WEATHER

—PRIZE— The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed, Across the sky the dark clouds dashed; The wind came sweeping through the trees, A whistling, howling, icy breeze; And on the ground a carpet white, Appeared like magic in the night. The nights are bleak the days are drear, All nature sleeps, for winter’s here. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Margaret Maloney (10), 161 Margaret street. —PRIZE— The cold wind blows, the snow falls down, It drapes the' trees in a feathery gown, The hills are choked in powdery white, Deep drifts are formed during the night. In the morning from our bed We see the sky, bright golden red, For then we know there's a cold winter frost. And chances of skating are not to be lost. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Dorothy MacGibbon, M.A.C. (13), McNab. —PRIZE— I love the wintry weather, With the frosty tang in the breeze, When feathered friends join together, To fly to warmer seas. The wind lashes our cheeks a rosy hue, Then whirls away down the lane, From the grass he sweeps the morning dew, Then dies down, like candle’s' flame. Snow falls gently from the darkening sky, And shrouds the earth in raiment white. Native birds quickly fly To their nests for the wintry night. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Gladys Laird, A.C. (15), Coutts road, Gore. —VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— The wind was blowing fierce and wild. The sky was overcast, With showers of sleet and snow, and hail. Wintry weather come at last. And when the snow lies on the ground, We'll make a snowman fat, and round. —3 marks to Cousin lan McEwen (11), M.A.C., 87 Morton street. —VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Tlte South Wind greets me as I go To school down roads all white with snow. How cold the blast, how dark the sky, How white the fields that I pass by. I shiver as I see the trees, Wave bare arms in the chilly breeze. And birdies which were once so gay. Now hang their heads through all the day. Tire flakes whirl past me as I go Down roads all white with ice and snow, A iacy curtain from the sky Comes falling down on earth to lie. —3 marks to Cousin Mary Scott (7), Glencoe R.D.