Birthday Greetings In

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18467, 19 May 1928, Page 18 (Supplement)

Birthday Greetings In

May 19— Herbert Clarence Robinson. May 20— George Nelson. Mona Symonds. David Brown. Jean Bennet. May 21 — Gracie Gallaher. William Judson. Nola Davis. May 22 . Thelma Feron. Audrey Stock. John Rennie. May 23 Frederick Baird. Maurice Sharman. May 24 Lorna Loughlin. Florence Williams. Len. Dangerfield. . Mollie Hollands. May 25 Ruth Talbot. Leicester Kingsbury. Stanley Hammill. Elva Lord. A SECRET. Do you like secrets very much? Well, if you do, you know. You’ll have to bend your head ’way down. So I can whisper low . . . Ss-wiss, ss-wiss, ss-wiss, Do you think so? You mustn’t tell a secret In a big, loud voice, you see— Nobody must hear it, Only you and me! Ss-wiss, ss-wiss, ss-wiss. Do you sec? If }'Ou put your head down closer, I'll tell it in your ear; I’ll tell it very softly; Please stoop down very near. . . . Ss-wiss, ss-wiss, ss-wiss, Do you hear?

“SPOONERISMS.” Spoonerisms were “invented” by Dr Spooner, a very clever Professor who lives at Oxford. He is so clever that most of the time he is not thinking of the people he is talking to or what they are talking about. His mind is far away, thinking of something so clever that I expect you and I have never heard of it! He goes on talking, of course, because he is polite, but as his mind is not helping his tongue, he is apt to say things which sound a little mixed. For instance, when he was out in the rain one day, he remembered that he had on a new hat which he did not wish to spoil, so when he got home he handed it to the maid who opened the door, and meaning to say: “Brush this hat, it’s pouring with rain," he said, “Hush this brat, it’s roaring with pain! ” Another story is that when Dr Spooner was annoyed with a student who had been absent from rather a lot of classes, he meant to say: “You have missed my history lessons and have wasted a whole term, which is a great pity.” Instead of which he said;

“You have hissed my mystery lessons and have tasted a whole worm, which is a great pity!” On another occasion, it is said, Dr Spooner went on a railway journey and lost his luggage—two bags and a rug. What he asked the porter for, though, was not two bags and a rug, but something which, sounded rather like it, but was really very different. What do you think it was? NOTICE. Will Joan Jackson please send in name of street that certificate of entry may be posted?

APPRECIATION. Aunt Hilda extends her grateful thanks to anonymous donors of children’s bed-clothing, also to Nance Grimshavv for sending in the first woolly singlet, knitted by herself. They have gone to a very deserving baby. Also thanks Starlets Jean M’Kenzie and Natalie Terrell for gift of shoes. CONGRATULATIONS. The members of the “ Star ” Circle extend hearty congratulations to Miss Marjorie Alexander, the winner of the Begg scholarship in the recent competitions, and the president of the “ Star ” Music Circle. THE CIRCLE’S THANKS. 38, Strowan Road, Fendalton, 12-5-28. Dear Aunt Hilda, —I hereby enclose some of the required cigarette cards asked for in Saturday’s “ Star." Sorry I have not any of the second series nor No. 7 in first series De Reszke.—l remain, yours truly, A CONSTANT READER. A HEARTY WELCOME-IN.

NEW MEMBERS. Lloyd Clutterbuck (Nursery Road). Fred Peter Gedge (Whangamomona). Ronald M’Kinley (St Albans). Joy Rasmussen (Lyttelton). Rosina Berry (St Albans). Rachel Marie Cross (Fendalton). Vena Cornelia M’Kenzie (St Albans). Mona Audrey Kellahan (Hornby). Betty Christie (Christchurch). Joan M’Lean Jackson (Fendalton). Pearl Agnes Anderson (City). Ivy Gertrude Saggers (City). Joyce Evelyn Noble (Linwood). Natalie Madeline Terrell (Linwood). Benny Watkin (Spreydon). Maurice Stanley Hunter (Cashmere). Thomas M’Gregor Dick (Cashmere). MORE FURNITURE FOR THE DOLL’S HOUSE.

A really nice boy would make this toy gramophone for his sister’s dolls’ house, or a really clever girl would make it for herself! It ought not to be very difficult with this little diagram to help you. All you want are two empty match-boxes, white paper, a little paint, some used matches, a pin, two beads and a little ingenuity! WRITING WITH BOTH HANDS. Have you ever tried writing with, both hands at the same time? It is very much harder than it sounds, I can assure you, though it is possible with a little practice. See how well you can get on with it first, and then try it on a friend.

Get a piece of paper and a couple of pencils, and ask him to write the letter M with one hand and W with the other. Both letters must be written at the same time. Your friend may imagine it’s quite easy, but he won’t find that so when he tries. COMMUNITY SINGING. A NEW WINTER PASTIME. When the cats in Marplechester discovered that it was New Year’s Eve, they thought what fun it would be to have a party. “Lots of the children do,” they said, the grown-ups, so why shouldn't So the}’ all went to see the Head Puss of Marplechester, a lovely large, grey Persian, with great green eves and fur like soft, fluffy silk. “All right," he said, “a good idea. Lets! We’ll have a really late party, on a roof somewhere. We’ll have Catmunity Singing and I’ll conduct.” Catmunity Singing is very much like Community Singing (which I expect you all know about), only, of course, it sounds very different when pussies do the singing. The difficulty was to get out and then keep out late enough for the party, because so many of the cats had missusses who wanted them to sleep in soft baskets in warm kitchens and who shut them up carefully every night. Still, most of them, by creeping out when nobody was looking and not going back when they were called, managed to get to the party, though it was rather sad to hear the pathetic cries of “Puss, Puss, Puss!" which echoed through the whole town for ages and ages. In the end, the missusses went off to their own New Year parties, and then the cats settled down to their Catmunity Singing. They did enjoy themselves, but, my word they did make a noise! There were a lot of complaints from the neighbours in the morning, and the pussies had to make a resolution not to have any more New Year’s parties or Catmunity Singing until New Year’s Eve, 1928.

MY FAVOURITE COLOUR, AND WHY I PREFER IT. “My favourite colour is green, because it. is a restful colour, and blends with almost every colour. There, is no saying I cannot wear this jumper because it docs not go with this, that, or the other. I like any shade of green.”—Joyce Noble. “My favourite colour is blue. I like it because it suits me, and eyes are blue. Mother says my nose goes blue when I am cold I”—Gwen Noble.

POLICEMEN. I think policemen are so nice, You never have to ask them twice What’a the time or how to find the ZoOw There’s something fine about them And I’d hate to be without them. Wouldn’t you? When I lost my Cocker pup, A policeman held the traffic up To let me take a look inside a bus. I thought it was so very kind And jolly of him not to mind Or make a fuss! CONUNDRUMS WORTH ASKING. 1. What kind of tables do we cook and eat? (Vegetables.) 2. Why is the end of G never short? (Because it always ends “long”.) 3. What is the difference between weather when it is slightly foggy and a gentleman? (One is a mist and the other a mister.) 4. What kind of pets do we sometimes eat? (Crumpets.) 5. What is it that occurs once in every minute, twice in a moment, and hot pnee in a year? (The letter M.) 6. When does a caterpillar grow good? (When it turns over a new leaf.) 7. What Is the difference between a frightened child and a shipwrecked sailor? (One clings to his ma and the other to his spar—his pa.) 8. Why is a lady’s jumper like a piece of orange peel? (Because they are both easy to slip on.) 9. What is smaller than the mouth of the smallest germ? (The things it eats.) A NEW GAME. Musical Books is a new and amusing form of our old friend Musical Chairs. You will need an old or cheap book that you don’t value for each player, and the books should be as near the same size as possible. Each player balances a book on his or her head and moves slowly round the room to music. The music stops at intervals and each time it does so the players must try to bend one knee without letting their books fall off their heads. Anyone who lets a book fall retires from the game, and so it goes on until the last one left in is proclaimed the winner. AGE LIMIT. The age limit for members of the “Star" Circle is fixed at eighteen 3-ears. Anyone under that age ma}' join, from a few months if desired.— A.H.

THE LITTLE YELLOW TULIP. Once there was a little yellow Tulip, and she lived down in a little dark house under the ground. One day she was sitting there, all by herself, and it was very still. Suddenly, she heard a little “tap, tap, tap,” at the door. “Who is that?” she said. “It’s the Rain, and I want to coroe in,” said a soft, sad little voice. “No, you can’t come in," the little Tulip said. By and by she heard another little “tap, tap, tap,” on the window-pane. “Who is there?” she said. The same soft little voice answered, “It’s the Rain, and I want to come in! ” “No, you can’t come in,” said the little Tulip. Then it was very still for a long time. At last, there came a little rustling, whispering sound, all round the window: Rustle, whisper, whisper. “Who is there?” said the little Tulip. “It’s the Sunshine.” said a little, soft, cheery voice, “and I want to come in! ” “N—no,” said the little Tulip, “you can’t come in.” And she sat still again. Pretty soon she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the keyhole. “Who is there?” she said. “It’s the Sunshine,” said the cheery little voice, “and I want to come in, I want to come in !" “No, no,” said the little Tulip, “you cannot come in.” By and by. as she sat so still, she heard “tap. tap, tap,” and “rustle, whisper, rustle,” up and down the windowpane, and on the door, and at the keyhole. “Who is there?” she said. “It’s the Rain and the Sun, the Rain and the Sun,” said two little voices, together, “and we want to come in! We want to come in! We want to come in ! ” “Dear, dearl” said the little Tulip, “if there are two of you, I s’pose I shall have to let you in.” So she opened the door a little wee crack, and in they came. And one took one of her little hands, and the other took her other little hand, and they ran, ran, ran with her, right up to the top of the ground. Then they said: “Poke your head through!" So she poked her head through; and she was in the midst of a beautiful garden. It was early springtime, and few other flowers were to be seen; but she had the birds to sing to her and the sun to shine upon her pretty yellow head. She was so pleased, too, when the children exclaimed with pleasure that now they knew that the beautiful spring had come!