For the Children

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16679, 10 March 1922, Page 9

For the Children

THE LITTLE COOK. D© you see her. Jim?” said Jack. “Don’t sho think a lot of herself now?” “Ho, yes!” said Jim. “And all because she goes to the Cookery Class. ’' 1 thought her little brother wasn’t looking well,” sa id Jack. “ He must have been*©ating some of licr potatoes. ’ ’ P 2ggy walked on with her head very high in the air. ‘Rude little boys!” she said to herself. “ T shan’t take any notice of them !” That morning they learned how to make toast. and when she came homo Peggy asked Nurse if *sbe might make some for tea. Jim and Jack were coming, and she wanted to give them a surprise. Whon tea-time came. there was some lovely toast on the table, and Jack said, ‘' Ob this is fine !” and dim said, “ It’s splendid. Who made it?” And then it was Peggy’s turn to laugh, and -Tiro and Jack paid that the Cookery Class bad some good in it, after all. DICKON THE ARCHER. Young Dickon the archer v ent- out one day (AA ith a heigh down derry!) Tie wandered over dale and hill, A-eeeking something tor to kill, But nothing came his way. Ho saw a bird on the top of a tree, (With a. heigh down deny!) But. it, laughed “Ho! ho!” and off it flew. And he nearly shot a rabbit too, That gambolled o’er the lea. And then to the Spotty Stag he came (With a heigh down derry!) A terrible animal this. *t,is said. But he drew bis bow and killed it dead. Oh, an archer ho was of fame! A GOOD PLAN. The Squirrel was telling a story and tho Dormouse would go to sleep. “ He’s very rude,” said the Hedgehog. “Shocking manners,” said the Frog. “ What can we do?” said the Rat. “ I know,V said the Dragonfly, *' leave .linn to mo.” And lie flew down and gave • the* Dormouse such a nip on the nose that lie woke up in a great hurry. Oil. how the others 1 aughed! And whenever t-lie Dormouse tried to go to sleep again the Dragon-fly would nip his nose for him so he had to keep awake. And the Squirrel finished his story comfortably. BA’ THE SEA. The sea is such a jolly place Wc simply love it, me and Grace. It’s fun along the sands to race And there’s such lots to do. There’s shrimps to watch arid crabs to They runmost tremendous pace— Ail’ lovely seaweed just like lace. Wo both collect it too. Or else wo paddle in the sea As deep as we can pos-sib-ly. It’s queer to feel it grip your kneo As you turn hack to land.

TAKING MOVIE PICTURESSometimes a motion picture compear wants to take, a picture of some plac** when it is raining but maybe that day the sun is shining or it is night and the sky is clear. Then the director o>* the company has to make an imitation rainstorm and he makes-it rain by haring some men attach big fire hoees to hydrant? and hold these hoses so the water will shoot up in the air and then fall down like rain, straight or slanting as he wishes- If it is night very powerful lights are turned on the scene to light the ground and to light te»© sky so the rain can be seen in tha picture. To make a. windstorm big fan* are attached to electric or gasoline motors and when they whirl very fast they blow the trees and bushes and stir th-» air so it looks juet like a- real wind. Sometimes these fans or© pieced near some ground that J? very sandy and dusty and then the fans mak© the dust blow' and it looks all the more like n renl windstorm- Sometimes scraps of paper and piles of old leaves are scattered about so the fan* will blow these things, too, and -make a natural-look-ing wind. ~ So you see when a motion picture company wants to take a picture and doesn’t have the real things, the people all think and plen a wav'to make things that will imitate- the real things so tbs picture can be taken. AT A FANCY DRESS PARTY. “ O, where is Miss Gfretchen?” erwd gay blaster Paid. “ I’ve looked in the parlour ; I’ve looked in the hall, I’ve peeped round -the sofa ©hove and below, But where she has gone to I really don’t know. I danced with her last at the end of the boll, O, where is Miss Gretchen?” cried gay Master Paul. Ho stood by the table where suppor was spread. But nobody listened to what he had said. With chatter and laughter they each took a seat, And sent up their plate? for the dainties to eat. But just then a lady said : “ Are you A little girl waits at the foot of ihm stair ?’* Away down the stairs bounded Paul with delight. And found tha lost maid at the foot of the flight. She stood there so lonely, so shy and tletnu re. •‘Forgive mo.” he cried. And she did. For none were more gay in that banquetting hall Than modest Miss Gretchen and gay Master Paul. FINDING THE SOUTH. If you ever find yourself at a loss to know the pqints oi the compass, just take out your watch. Point the hour hand toward.the sun. Twelve o'clock on your watch, stands, roughly speaking. for the south. A point halt way between rlie hour hand and the figure 12 on your watch, will he due south. This simple thing has helped many a traveller who has found himself in the woods without his compass.