THE TRAVELS OF TULIPE

Timaru Herald, Volume CLI, Issue 22203, 21 February 1942, Page 7

THE TRAVELS OF TULIPE

A QUEER HOUSE Chapter 13 She had not been asleep very long, however, before she was awakened; for the little heap of stones and sticks had moved right away from under her head! She sat up and gazed at the heap, thinking the stones and sticks must be alive, but presently she noticed that they were all most carefully joined together, and that they were being • dragged along. A little greeny-brown gentleman was walking along on six little legs, and the rest of his body was inside the little case of sticks and stones pulling it along. It was a caddis and his house, but Tulipe did not know this. “Hullo,” said the Caddis. “So it was you leaning against my house, was it? I thought a stone had fallen on it!” “I’m so sorry.” said Tulipe. "I was just having a little rest, as I felt so sleepy. I see you carry your house about with you like the snail, and there is room for only one in it.” “Like the snail!” screamed the Caddis. “Certainly not. I would not be like those creatures for anything. Don't you see how beautifully my house is made? I made it myself. It didn’t grow out of me like the snail’s shell. And then how dull those shells are, nearly all alike, while no two caddises ever mate their houses the same. Some look like chestnuts, some like brown twigs; all different, all different,” he repeated. “Look at all these lovely houses,” and he led Tulipe round to several of his friends. “ I’m sorry I insulted you," said Tulipe. “I think they are much nicer than the Snail’s house, but it is true your houses are only large enough for one, and you don’t seem able to leave them.” At this remark the caddises got in a great state of excitement, bowing and nodding and whispering to each other. "We have decided to tell you a great secret, a secret known only to the Caddis family,” said the one who had first spoken to her. “We don’t usually leave our houses, but I can get out if you will help me.” “Shall I take hold of your head and pull?” asked Tulipe. “No, no,” cried the Caddis in a terrified voice. Then he came close and whispered in her ear. “Go to my back door and put in your hand and tickle my tail.” “Dear me. how peculiar," said Tulipe. “I’ll certainly do it,” and she walked round to the little back door and thrust her hand in. There was a good deal of struggling on the part of the Caddis, and presently there he was beside her with his fine long green body covered with white hairs. “Now,” said he, “never say we are like snails again. No snail could do what I have done. And now, my Utile lady, two of us cannot get in the house, but you can have it for yourself.” “But what Win you do,” said TuUpe. “I shaU be very quick and make myself a new house,” said the Caddis. “See, I shall begin at once, and he seized up a little stone to begin. Tulipe crept into the nttle house and popped her head and arms out at the front door. She watched the Caddis turning round and round putting the pieces of its new house together until she feU fast asleep. (To be continued.) THE DENTIST When I went to the Dentist. My heart was filled with gloom. I sat and waited in “the chair,” While Mum walked round the room. At last the Dentist came and said. “Which one is it dear?’ He stuffed a spobn thing in my mouth I said “ic ic ung ere!” He talked with Mum a minute About the Germans and the Japs, And then a smiling nurse came in, Dressed in uniform and cap. She touched a knob upon a door. It opened in a jiff. She walked a thing up to my nose. And the Dentist said "Now sniff.” I sniffed —and didn’t care a bit If the Japs came then and there. Because, you see. I'd gone to sleep. Upon that awful chair. (5 Marks to Jeanette Burtenshaw. age 9, original.)

THE AIR RAID The sky’s lit up by search-lights. The raiders are in sight. The enemy are now here. All in the dead of night. London is in danger. The city is awake. Then, up go the fighter planes, To fight for England’s sake. And in the Air Raid Shelters They wait for the “All Clear.” The fight is almost over. The Germans are in fear. The air raid is now ended. The R.A.F. has won, And in the morning we will see, The damage that’s been done. (5 Marks. John Button, age 10.) US We have a family motto, And a family war cry too, I think they’re rather jolly And, so I hope will you. You’ll find our family motto Posted on the wall. “Any time is tea time" For all who care to call. Grown ups are very funny (Or rather seem to me). Whoever comes—or dosen’t come— They have a cup of tea. And alien old Hitler's very cruel To little folks like me Mum calls him “so and so and so.” Then has a cup of tea. Our war cry’s known to everyone. And twenty times or more We hear it shouted everv day—"WILL YOU SHUT THAT DOOR?” (5 Marks to Anne Burtenshaw. age 12) (Whining Entry) THE POWDER PUFF When Betty had a birthday She wore her party frock, For she had asked her little friends To tea at four o’clock. She found a piece of ribbon. So soft and bright and blue. So she said “Come here dear Kittywltts. I’ll make you pretty too.” Round Kitty’s neck she tied it, In such a pretty bow. But Kitty wasn’t very good, She struggled ever so. And all her claws came peeping From all her tiny toes. When Bet’ took mummy's powder puff And powdered Kitty's nose That powder smelt delicious. But Kitty wasn't pleased. She shook her head from side to side, And dear me—how she sneezed. (Diane Button, age 7, copied.)