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Timaru Herald, Volume CL, Issue 22156, 27 December 1941, Page 7

Jjjpthday December 21; Phyllis Boulden JUn Hutchinson Gay Harvey December 22: Letty Bowkett Betty Bowkett Shona. Allan Dftjld JlcClintock Deeember23: Ralph Swan Noel Smith December 24: _ Margaret Milne . UUwdtofJlS: JWttrtfe witti Noeline Suter December 26: Betty Nicholas lan Bennington Dawn Smith Olive Balloch December 27: Marie Boyd Evelyn Kellerg Mary Green Janette Donnelly Hazel Rapley. Kathleen Linwood

Wtka* Ruth Hammilton, Crassy HlUs, R.M.D., tyalmate. RED CROSS QUILT Two more splendid squares from Anne Burtenshaw, Jeanette and Olive Pye. There are exactly 10 more squares wanted—so please will 10 more circlians get busy! ! ! Dear Peter, I've made a square For our Red Cross Quilt way "over there.” I’ve worked my name in bright bright red. Perhaps 'twill cheer a soldier’s bed. I’ve tried to make my stitches neat, So when our brave boys wake from sleep, Maybe someone I know will see My name and he’ll remember me. And perhaps a soldier, very dear To someone else, will find good cheer • I’d love to think so would’nt you?), In our Red Cross Quilt from Tlmaru. I hope my square will find a place Among the rest that help to grace Some Red Cross bed. Dear Peter Pan, I’ll say goodnight with love from Anne. (Anne Burtenshaw, age 12.) RIDDLES Q. Why are I and S the naughtiest letters in the alphabet? A. Because they are never out of mischief and always in disgrace. Q. Why are garden flowers lazy. A. Because they are always in bed. Q. Why U.K horse half way through a gate like a penny? A. Because the head is on one side and the tall on the other. (Elizabeth Shears, age 6.) CHRISTMAS SECRETS The crinkling of paper, The snapping of string, Thump! Thumpion the labels That firmly must cling. The scratching of pens, The dip-dip of ink, You almost can hear A Christmas wish think. MINCEMEAT 3ing a song of mincemeat. Currants, raisins, spice, Apples, sugar, nutmeg; Everything that's nice. Stir it with a ladle, Wish a lovely wish, Drop It in the middle Of your well filled dish. Stir again for Good Luck, Pack it all away, Tied in little jars and pots And use on Christmas Day. CHRISTMAS Poor unfortunate old Joe On his rounds now he must go Through the thick and driving snow When the cold south wind does blow. On his fingers stiff he blows And stamps upon his poor cold toes And he rube his shining nose Which is as red as any rose. He makes his horse go at a trot All smelling good just from the pot, All amellnig good just frotn the pot, He feels that he can eat the lot. (3 Marks to Margaret McMillan, aged 14.)

THE CHRISTMAS CROWD ' An ancient rhyme has made is clear ■ < That Christmas comes but once a year— A truth by all admitted. Yet ‘ c '° you know, it seems to me V Z-’ iJjS&ypk Always to come quite suddenly, .£’ 9MW Bo fast lc c ' a ” s have flitted! The Christmas shopping that I know 91W* J, 1 should have done a week ago ~ M. 1 HlB It still, alas! unfinished; Ml But thoUßh I do not like a crush, I l ace that final hectic rush X With courage undiminished. J A Christmas crowd is always gay, f \ JS And though, no doubt, the shoppers L ’ may Aw Be often tlred and weary, W An d poor assistants in the shop Y Be feeling almost fit to drop, \ \ W 1 Yet everyone is cherry. £ v, What. and boys ■* Be disappointed their toys. Or friends neglected? Never! ‘Why. I could almost sing aloud Qr To sce tlic Christmas shopping crowd Jr As gay and keen as ever.