THE WANDERINGS OF AN OLD PENNY

Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVIII, Issue 21819, 23 November 1940, Page 11

THE WANDERINGS OF AN OLD PENNY

I am how an old penny, worn and battered. All my happy days are gone. I am going to tell you of my young happy days. First of all when I came out of the mint I was a bright new penny. When I was just out of the mint, I was put into a large box with all my friends. We were sent on a ship to New Zealand and sent to all parts of New Zealand. Some went on to Australia. Of course everybody wanted me. At last I was given to a shop-keeper who kept me until he was forced to part with me. I was given to an old woman 'who was very glad to have me. A day or two after that, her little grandson came to see her. She looked round to see what she could give him. Suddenly she remembered me, and I was given to him. He was very glad to have me. and looked at me all over. After keeping me for a long time. I was lost in a dusty and busy street, and cars were running over me. Months later I was found, all battered, and dirty. Nobody wanted me for I was 40 years old. I was kept for two or three years after I was found. I was then sent back on a to England, where I was sent to the mint. Seme cf my friends were there too. One of them said. “OHf I have born to Australia, and had many travels." I spoke in sharply and said, “1 have been to New Zealahd?*and had more travels than you. I was always wanted at first. I then was given to a shop--keeper ’’ Suddenly we were emptied Tnto a machine. (3 Marks to Shirley Paterson, age IQA - THE SANDS Ol’ DEE Once upon a time there a girl called Mary. Every night she was told by her father to go and fetch thQ cattle home across the-sanjta of Deet\ One night while she was going to fetch them home a fog came down and hid the land so that she couldn’t see anything. The tide was earning infall the time until finally it swept her off her feet. Shortly afterwards some fisher- ‘ men were out fishing and saw a tress of golden hair floating on the water. At first they thought it was a weed or a fish, but when they got nearer they saw that it was hair. They w’ent over, hauled the body on the ship and went back to the shore. There they buried her, but still the boatmen imagine they hear her call the cattle home across the sands of Dee. (3 Marks to John Cartwright, age 10.)