For the CHILDREN

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17837, 4 May 1926, Page 12

For the CHILDREN

BAY BEAUTY. Once upon a time. Beautv ran races and won prizes at shows for her master. But she grew too old to do that, so she used to draw a dog cart to take him round his farm, or sometimes he would ride her, which she liked best. She loved to feel him on her back, and he always had a lump of sugar in his pocket for her when they got back home. She was called Bay Beauty because her coat was red, or bay, as it is called in a horse. Bay Beauty lived this happy life for many years, but at last her master was afraid that she would have to be f sold, and he must buy a motor-car. “Beauty cannot take, me far, and she is very slow,’’ he said to his wife. “I think I must take her to market aud sell her. Farmer Grey would buy her and be kind to her, but she'd not have so much petting.” So he saddled Beauty, and rode away to market. But as he went along he felt very ill; the sun had been too much for him. He stopped Beauty and got off. and sat down on the grass by the road. And he knew that if he did not have a doctor soon he would be very ill indeed. What could be do? He looked at. Beauty, and then ho thought he would try and send a message home. So he wrote on a bit of paper that he was ill and would they fetch the doctor, aud come and take him home. Then he tied the paper to Beauty’s mane with a bit of string, and turned her face to home and told her to go home. He had talked to her so much always that she knew what the word meant. But she did not want to go without him, and he was too ill to ride or walk. Suddenly. Beauty seemed to understand. for she made a soft little neigh and then galloped off home quicker than she had gone for ages. Luckily, there was someone in the yard when she got home, and soon her master was put to bed, and the dcotor sent for. The doctor said Master would be quite well in a few days, but if Beauty had not been so clever, he might have died out in the sun. So you see. no one could ever sell old Bay Beauty after that; she was just allowed to stay at home, and do easy bits of work. If a beastic saves your., life, you must always be good to ON WHICH DAY WERE YOU BORN. Monday’s child is fair of face. Tuesday's .child; is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go; Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for its living: But a child that is born on the Sabbath day, Ts fair and wise, and good and gay.

lIINTY DINTY! When mother was a little- girl and went to school, they used to sing to a very old dance tune the following verse:— • * • • Hinty. dinty! my mother's -maid— She stole oranges. I’m afraid— Some in her pocket and some up her sleeve — She stole orangse. I believe. I believe, 1 believe, She stole oranges, I believe—. Some in her stocking and some up her sleeve — She stole oranges, I believe. The school was in the deep country, and on the way to it the road skirted a thick wood. There were lovely chestnut trees in. this wood, and the big boys used to climb the hedge and steal chestnuts. There was one big boy who was especially daring, and stole so many that chestnuts in the school were strictly .forbidden, and not even allowed in pockets, for you know how chestnuts have a way of rolling out, don’t you? Well, one day, in spite of all the teacher’s vigilance, a wayward chestnut broke- the silence of the writing lesson -by suddenly rolling across the room. Pockets were turned out. and everyone declared he had not stolen any'. Indeed, it was a most mysterious chestnut„ and seemed to have rolled into the. room just to get the children into trouble! By-and-byc it was time for the 3-ounger ones to have their little singing game and dance. Gaily they scampered around, all but podgy Matilda, who said she would rather not play totday. so, thinking she. felt ill, they left her out. But right in the middle of the song the teacher altered the words to run thus:— Tildy, Tildy, my little maid— She stole chestnuts, I’m afraid— Some in-her stocking and some up her sleeve— She stole chestnuts, I believe! And,'oh! Matilda did look funny, for, forgetting her hidden treasure, she-' had climbed some steps, and her legs looked so thick and knobbly! Those were the days of long stockings, and longer skirts than little girls wear to-dav. • Tildy had put as many chestnuts as she could stretch her stocking to hold inside, and kept them safely there with her garter. One sleeve was full also, and the chestnuts had been kept there by stuffing handkerchiefs in at the wrist. When she saw she was found out,- -she pulled out a hanky to cry, and away- -went the hidden chestnuts all over the floor. They had to give up the “Hinty Dinty ” -song- ever after that, for the children would remember the chestnuts. and the teacher thought poor Tildy had--had punishment, enough, for she was- sister to that big boy, you see, and lie • had given her the chestnuts to- hide. E. E. W. TIE KINDLY HELPED. A littleboy ' had just, arrived home after his first day at a new school, and

his father y anted to know what work die had don 1 , “Well, }•• y, what have you learned to-day ? ” I • asked. “ Noth’ replied Billy. “ But that is ridiculous.” exclaimed father. “Come! Tell me what you did in school.” “ Well, t there was a lady there who wanted tc know how to spell a few simple, words,-so I .told.her.”FOR THE TINIES. Bett}' Pringle had a little pig— * Not very little and not very big. When he was alive ,he lived in clover. But now he’s dead, and that’s all over. So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried, . Apd Betty Pringle she lay down and died. So.there is an end of one, two, and three. Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the piggy-wiggy. Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don’t I’ll give you some bread and some milk bve and bye. Or perhaps you like custard, or may be a tart ? Then to cither you’re welcome, with all my heart. RIDDLES. What fish is worn by officers in the Army?—Sword fish. Why should the male sex avoid the letter “a”?—Because it makes men mean. What is it that holds water, yet is full of holes?—A sponge. Why did the tiddleywink?—Because it felt the draught. - When was the traveller sfart-led?--When he saw the moudtaiiv climb. What county -in• Ireland reminds you of a candle nearly burnt out?—Wicklow. SAY THIS QUICKLY! What noise annoys an oyster? Any noise aniroys an oystet*, but a noisy ,*ioise annoys an oyster most. ANSWER 7 0 BEHEAD ME. - Await. Wait. Ait. Jt.