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The chums had a strange adventure the other day, and this tjme it ended ■ iteli for all of them, which, as you know, is not usually the case. Richard had ? been'disinclined for some time to think of ideas for new games, and the other ■< day he settled down to sleep, leaving Gwen, Polly and Ted to do whatever they • . tik*d; ■ ' > ' “Hi! wake up,” Gwen, called. ■ \ ' “Yes,” said Polly, /‘Don’t go to sleep.”

Richard’iid wake qp. . - . z f/ifdu want me to suggest a new game, I suppose?” he grumbled. " ‘‘Myou can thick of anything,” said' Gwen. ' * ‘ ... ■“Well'!” said\R|ch®rd, “I will, provided you don’t blame me if anything goes \ wrong.” -'.-A-“syhp;.#hall-we.blani«!?'ha ; sked Gwen. ■_■ A/iWM don't cate,” answered Richard, “so long as you don’t blame me!” ' A“ri--As there was nothing else to do, the chums agreed, and Richard proceeded them his. new idea--, ‘ >■■'’■•;. ■- ■avaya. . ■ .

V ' They started for koine,.and on the way Richard explained things to them. “F Was reading about it in a book,” he said. “It’s the way the Indians catch ■: fish.” “Fish!” exclaimed Gwen. , “Yes, fish!” said Richard. “They spear them, and it’s awfully good sport When you, get the way of doing it.” ;!■ . ‘Tm sure I could do it,” Gwen declared. ; “Very well,” said Richard, “You’ll soon be able to try,”

•r.i'..11... ' a-'. '7.*”T yi.—— -5 • The 'ciiinns .soon had the canoe out and started to paddle quietly down the 'stream. They did not possess a spent, so-Richard produced a sharpened stick that was just as good. As Gwen was so terribly anxious to catch a fish, she was first turn, while Richard.,paddled the canoe, Gwen was fnght’ fully eXClted. ' “I can'jsee one,” she shouted. “J?e careful,” warned Richard. “Mind you don’t miss it,” screamed Polly. | > _ ■

Jiir-” "p.: 1 k- v if Gwen had no intention of missing it.' The very idea of a nice fat fish for supper was- enough to make her frightfully keep on the chase. When she saw one swimming sleepily just beneath the surface qf the water, she plunged h.er > spear iit"it wifJ»- all her might. Now, as She was leaning too far over the bpat, only natural that .she should lose her balance arid fall into the stream—all of which she did! , >;'“She's in," shouted Richard, “Now she’ll blame me."

But Gwen did not annoy Richard by blaming him this time. Suddenly they saw her come up and clutch the boat—and in her mouth was the .fish! She was io delighted vrith her catch that she didn’t at all mind the-wetting. ;■ “I certainly missed it with the spear,” she said. “But I didn’t miss it when '• Over supper that night, with her mouth full of fish, Gwen said: “Richard, I '■ ‘think that’s a fine game. “We’ll play some more of it.’ “Wei).!" said Richard, “Pm glad I’ve pleased you at last.

// JHSVISED VERSION. / Sonny?; ‘‘Musi I sleep in the dark?” -Mother: “Yes.” '.“Oh, then, let we say my prayers f brer again—more carefully.” » ♦ * * YOU NEVER CAN TELL. Piggey:“ls my face dirty or is it my .. imagination?” .. ... Wiggey: “Your face isn't;, I don’t know* about your imagination.’’ ' ♦ • * * THE OLD TROUBLE. ‘'How’s your car running?” “Not so good. I can’t keep it throttled down.” . “How’s your wife?” ■ “Oh, she’s.- about the same.” r THE CHAM OF .MUSIC. . f “How did you like iny ‘Slumber ! "' Song’/ Was it not very effective?” A f “Very.”

THE CONTRACT. 1 “Is your new son-in-law a good provider?” . ■■ •- ‘ ■ > “He can just about keep my daughter in gloves.' I pay for every thing, else.” i “Then be deceived you as to his ’ circumstances.” “No. I remember he merely asked for ■ her hand.” ■ ' • ■SATISFIED. Engine-driver’s sweetheart; “And yoU always think of me during your long night trips, George, dear?” I Engine-driver; “Do I? Why,„ I’ve wrecked trains that way already.” “Oh, you darling.” #.• • ♦ KNOWS HER CATALOG'D®. “You can get anything at a mail'ord- :• er house,” remarked the lady next door. “Everything, alack!, but a male,” sighed the old maid.

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Taranaki Daily News, 13 December 1930, Page 9 (Supplement)

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Untitled Taranaki Daily News, 13 December 1930, Page 9 (Supplement)

Untitled Taranaki Daily News, 13 December 1930, Page 9 (Supplement)

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