HILDRENS' SECTION

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16939, 13 January 1923, Page 16

HILDRENS' SECTION

THE PARTY. (Written for the “Star” by B. BIRD) Hullo Jim! You’ve come to the right place cut here. We hare such sp-ort. It’s nice and high up and breezy makes you foci ns if you could cat anything— different from that stuffy old town dad si vs Mope you're going to Stay a good long while. School won't begin again ter ages. Hooray! I'll show you the turkeys and geese, and you just- conic and r-ee the fat old pigs and all the funny little ( haps— -feeding time is the best, though. Then you just watch them scramble into the feeding troughs, and hear them squealing. and crunching their dinner. Don't, they just enjoy themselves ! AW vc got dozen of calves. Its great fun chasing them round, and see ing them kick up their heels. Alcst of the cows are very quiet, but look out for that old hull over there. T would not trust him. >os dad says his ‘■furiously ferocious,” T think that’s what he said. Anyhow this side of the fence is safer. What d’you think -Tim. Dad gave me Jumbo for Christmas. He's such u stunner -a real little 'beauty ! AA’h.> is lie? AA’ln lie’s my little pony, of course. He’s over in the ‘house’ pad dock. He’ll let you ride him. You’ll soon learn. He’s pretty frisky, hut that’s part- of the fun. and when you know how to manage him he’s as good as gold. Like bathing? AYell. I guess you’ll find it- hard to beat oui bathing poo!. We fixed it up a few weeks ago. AYtill took a hand in it The river runs along the other side of the ‘ forty acre ’ paddock It’s not far to go.

Did you have a good break-up. Jim? I'm pretty sure you didn't have a better one than wo did It was out on it* own. This is niv third break-up now. Oh. yes. T’m getting on ! AA o heard something talked of for about a week bcfc-re, and we wondered just ti little tiny hit what was in the wind. As for the last dav there was •such a lot of fuss and folk were rush ing round everywhere; especially at the Hall. You noticed our Hall a? you passed? Isn’t it a decent one! AA'ell before we left schorl with all our trap* we were fold that all those who wanted a. good time were to be at the Hall at balfrpast seven And we were! Oh! It was just alright inside. Tt seemed 6o different from ordinary nights there. H was even hotter than cur school concert nights. Tt felt sq different somehow. I can’t quite explain it. and it locked well just fine ! The stage was all in darkness, ami the curtains well down. Some jolly little Dutch girls were there, and danced and sang Hundreds of golliwogs - well any way there were n dozen-stunner golliwogs there vino frightened some of the babies. They looked real good in their black skins. They could dance toe. like real little goblins. I'm not surprised at the little follows being frightened ot them. On the big slippery floor we had real grown-up party game.*. The grown ups this time were the wallflowers. so my sister said. ‘ cos they | had to sit along the wall and watch us 1 having the fun. Jolly Miller is a good game, isn’t, it. 1 was nearly last in Musical ( hairs, hut Billy Tims beat- me in the end Just as we were half way through

Oranges and Lemons a motor horn I lev.. and in marched a Tin Can Baml • —our own big fellows with all sort* of good noisv *can* end drums. 1 don'tknow how far they had been, or when they left the hall*. But anyhow in they came, and behind them, who do you think? Father Christmas himself, looking hi* best too. I've never see eyes (;n him before, much as Uvr wanted to. I’ve tried to keep awak*. every time to see him come down tlic chimney, hut 1 don’t know how he manages it. 1 think he leaves us till last to- he sure we'll all be sound asleeo for sure. Anyhow, here he was really and truly-big white beard, plenty of snowy stuff about him. and a big smiling face and real nice eyes I liked the look of him a lot. He- walked right round the room slowly and with bio; strides. 1 think he was tired with having come so many miles, —he was last seen in one of the shops in town, so T heard. Then he went up to the stage. “ Now.” I thought to myself “ 1 11 see what’s on that platform And so we did. The curtain went up. and there—what do you think ! the loveliest Christmas Tree you ever clapped eyes on! Ti was a honser! and didn’t it shine and twinkle! Tt was a real beauty! Father Christmas said a lot of nice things and then told us he would give us the prize on the tree that was the same as our ticket, and rlo you know we all found we had a little ticket in our pockets with a number on it. I don't know yet how he got it in there. I thought he’d nevei -av the number on my ticket. Ho wa giving out racquets and balls. an I whistles and balloons and dolls and nearly every thing T ever thought cf Then he called mire at last. T thought

r couldn't- get up to old l>addv Christmas quickly enough. T wanted to hard another Icok at him quite close but I was so busy getting my stunner cricket set. and balloon, and sweets. I forgot to look at him even when he shook hands and said something nice in his- - kind voice. THE LARGEST WEB. The largest web that the writer ever heard of was not a spider’s web. but was built by a butterfly larva, or rather by several of them. A lady in Austtalia placed some of these little insects in a room on her veranda. Coming into the apartment some time after, she was surprised to find the walls completely covered by a beautiful web. attached at the corners by coarse threads, so that it hung like a tapestry of silver sheen.