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Timaru Herald, Volume CLVIII, Issue 23259, 21 July 1945, Page 7

BIRTHDAY GREETINGS July 15: Evelyn Simmers Anne Burtenshaw Joan Threadwell July 16: i John Wooding Jim Rogers Heather McGeady Bartley Conroy July 17: Sandy Brown' Heather Wallace I July 18; Gavin Page Florence Winterbourn July 19: Graham Cullimorc July 20: I Joan Dalgleish Margaret Gillespie James Gray July 21: Colleen McKenzie Betty Morrison. WELCOME TO Conn G. Mclver, Pareora. Rona Barber. St. Andrews. Barbara King, 18 Argyle St., Wai•nataitai. Cyril Tozer, 11 Rose St., Timaru. Ronald Palmer. Cass St.. Temuka. Judith Ellen. 5 Thomas St., Timaru. Noia Borrell. Belfleid. Geraldine. Noeleen McClelland, Winchester. Laetitia McClelland, Winchester. NOTICE BOARD “Best Winter Scene” Roselene Gallagher, age 8. St. Andrews.' 5 ’.lark Merit Cards Awarded To June Wylie, Taiko; Beryl McKnight, Temuka; June Gallagher, St. Andrews. This Week's Competition J A Junior and Senior prize will be offered for the best description of— j •MY EXPERIENCES IN THE SNOW.” I Entries must be in by July 21. IN THE GARDEN In the garden the flowers are dead, The pansies blue, the roses red. [ In the cold ground the bulbs are sleeping In sunny days, they'll soon be peeping, j Daffodils yellow and crocuses bright , Will make a gay and pretty sight. I <3 marks to Gabrielle Goodman, age I 7, Timaru.) ANSWERS TO LETTER Colin Mclvor, Pareora— Welcome to our circle Colin. Do write soon and tell me more about , your baby brother and your pets. Ruth Honeywell, Sutherlands— | Many thanks for the picture and i your letter Ruth. What a business it ! must have been getting the threshing I mill out of the boggy paddock! Rona Barber, St. Andrews — We are very glad to welcome you I to our circle Rona. You are lucky ' to live so near a school on these frosty I mornings. Judith Dwan, Timaru — You will see your cloud poem in I print Judith. Your letter was, very I neatly written. Barbara King. Waimataitai — A big welcome to our circle Barbara. You may send one letter, one poem, one . story and one picture each month, as well as entering for the weekly competitions. Cyril Tozer, Timaru— A big welcome to you too, Cyril. I hope you will write again soon. Gay Harvey, Fairlie— I hope old Jack Frost doesn’t send us such hyrd frosts as he sends you Gay. Have you had any skating yet? Ronald Palmer, Temuka— A big welcome to you Ronald and a merit card for your first letter. Like you. I find these mornings very cold. Marie Rodgers. Pareora West— Such a good letter from you little Marie. I hope you have good news of all your Uncles—and be careful not to bump that nose again. Marjorie Simmers, Timaru— Thank you for your letter and wee poem Marjorie. They did not quite managed merit cards this time. Try again dear. Tony Rodgers, Pareora— Won’t it be fun to see Uncle Tony 1 again! Thank you for your riddles. Judith Elien, Timaru— A big welcome to you Judith. I certainly would like a duck that laid an egg for my breakfast every morn- I ing. Tiger sends a purr to your cats. Laura Swan, Timaru—--454 words was a very good effort for the word building competition I,aura —although it arrived too late to be judged. Joy Galletly, St. Andrews— I hope you have managed to play those basket ball and football matches Joy. How did you get on in your exams? Marion Brunton. Holme Station— It must have been fun skating on that pond Marion! Your picture has earned a merit card. Pamela Borrell, Geraldine— What a clever Land Girl you arc little Pam. to be able to help with the milking. Give baby John a "thimble” from rne. Mavis Johnson, St. Andrews Such a nice newsy letter Mavis. That was a lovely week end you spent. June Wylie, Taiko— A very pretty picture and well drawn June. You must have fun with those five pups. Jill Newton, Otipua Thank you for your poem Jill. The results of the competition will be published next week. June Walker. Woodbury— What a lovely birthday you had June. Many thanks dial' for the poem Roeer Duckmanton. Winchester— Your membership card has been posted to "‘Eyre” Winchester Roger. I none you received it safely. Ncla Borrell, Geraldine — Welcome to our circle little Nola—and a merit card for your very neat letter. Joy Hoskin, St. Andrews— Thank wu for your little note Joy. I shall look forward to those promised contributions. Laetitia McClelland, Winchester — A big welcome to you Laetitia. I shall look forward to a long newsy letter soon. Noeleen McClelland, Winchester— Welcome to you too, Noeleen. What e lucky person you are to have lots of fresh eggs.

MISCHIEF FINDS A FRIEND The golden, summer sun which shone from a cloudless azure sky, bathed the gay, colourful garden with its bright dancing rays. The warm, fragrant air was still, for the faint, breeze which whispered to the tree-tops had left to search for a cooler spot. Mischief wandered aimlessly between the gay flower beds bright with shy, velvet pansies, frilly petalled carnations, dainty pastel poppies, beautiful blue cornflowers, and sweet scented roses. Amongst this beauty, Mischief's gloomy little form made a picture of dejection, because, you see, Mischief was lonely. His steps lagged, long furry tail drooped, his weary head hung, and his usually sparkling eyes held a look of infinite sadness in their green depths. "How I wish I had a friend,” he thought wistfully, making a halfhearted swipe at an annoyiny fly. “I have often heard my mistress say that I am the best bred cat. in the neighbourhood, and yet, I'm not so sure that that makes any difference when it comes to making friends. Why. that vain Tuppence who was here yesterday would not even look at me, and he is only moderately well-bred, and is just, plain grey.” Here Mischief's glance definitely held the gleam of disdain for the unfortunately grey Tuppence. His own fur was long and black; as soft as velvet, and shining like satin. "Now let me see,” his thoughts ran on,” what other cats are there in this district. There is that horrible white creature who lives next door, but he is hopelessly out of the question. His is such a common family with the most disgusting habits and frightfully bad maimers.” Mischief’s snobbishness came to the fore and his perky pink nose tilted proudly. "1 would not have anything to do with him.” he thought, actually descending enough to pity the "common creature” in a shallow kind of way. "And then, there is Tom from over the road,” his thoughts continued. "Perhaps I could make friends with him. He is certainly older than I am, but is refined and a thorough gentleman. In fact, quite my type. I wonder how I had better go about making friends with him,” and one silky ear was cocked doubtfully. Meanwhile, that “thorough old gentleman" was basking peacefully m the sun and musing. "When will that young snob from over the road learn a bit of sense. There he goes poking his nose in the air and thinking nobody is good enough for him to associate with, while Snowy, who lives next door to him is such a jolly little chap, so friendly and not at all stuck-up, I think it is time Master Mischief' was brought down to earth.” Where upon he rose, stretched himself, then went to hatch a plan for the downfall of Mischief with his old friend Wag, a lively spaniel. “Bow-wow! Bow>-wow-wow!” Both the silence and Mischief’s day-dreams were rudely shattered by that frightening sound. Mischief’s lithe form stiffened, and he turned his head fearfully. Oh! Horrors! There through the bush not two yards away gleamed a pair of rougish brown eyes and Wag’s stubby tail wagged gleefully. Mischief stood paralysed with fear. He wanted to run but his legs refused to move. It seemed like eternity, (but in reality was barely three seconds) before strength began to flow back into his limbs and with a bound he was off. “Bow-wow-wow!” Mischief ran as he had never run in his life before, yet -all the while that fearsome dog was gaining on him. little by little, slowly but surely. Mischief's breath was coming in long shaking gasps, and his legs felt weak, when suddenly a lifesaver in tire form of “that common white creature” appeared. A streak of white and there he was facing the startled dog with arched back, bristling fur. blazing eyes, (and sharp claws) and spitting vengeance at him. The spaniel, taken utterly by surprise, stared at Snowy for one awful moment then turned, and slunk off with his tall between his legs. | Mischief slowly approached his rescuer. looked at him sheepishly, then rubbed shyly against him. purring in a friendly fashion. “Well,” thought Mischief, “maybe T was wrong. He is rather a sport and—and it is nice to have a friend. After all, a real friend is not a bit common—even if he has white fur!” (5 marks to Margaret Page, Fairlie, age 14) VELVET SHOES Let us walk in the white snow In a soundless space With footsteps quiet and slow At a tranquil pace Under vens of white lace. I shall go shod in silk And you in wool White as a white cow’s milk More beautiful Than the breast of a gull. We shall walk through the still town In a windless peace; We shall step upon white down Upon silver fleece. Upon softer than these. We shall walk in Velvet shoes Wherever we go Silence will fall like dews : On iwhite silence below We shall walk in the snow. (Sent by Augustine Ryder, age 15, Timaru i RIDDLES Why are old cooks fat and grumpy? I Because they are fed up with cook- ' ing. i What can sing but has no tongue? A kettle. I 'Margaret Jackson, age 10, Geraldine) A Hint Arriving home from school Bobbie remarked to his mother. "I met a I poor little boy coming home from ■ school who had nevei heard of ice- | cream, Mamma.” ‘ "Indeed, and what did you say to I him?" said his mother. “I said I'd nearly forgotten it my- | (Sent by Evelyn Alexander, Southland, j age 13i I When arc women stronger than ; men? When they carry ladders m their stockings.