JIG-SAW PUZZLE.

Star (Christchurch), Volume XLIV, Issue 301, 19 December 1931, Page 18 (Supplement)

JIG-SAW PUZZLE.

MANY CORRECT ENTRIES. Many correct and also neat entries were received for this puzzle, and the judging proved a task. Finally the prize was awarded to— KATHLEEN E. LILLY, 173, Bealey Avenue, City. Her entry was correctly placed, carefully mounted, and painted most attractively. The following also sent in good entries:— Elsie Jesson, Patricia Cook, Roy Hough, Raymond Fitzgerald, Joe M’Callum. Douglas M’Master, Jessie Young, Fey and Shirley Bird, Ben Savage, Connie Jones, Thelma Green, Ethel Cassidy, Milberry Glading, Trevor Hamilton, Nancy Cawkill, Edward Buckingham, Joyce Tooley, Joe Doyle, Dorothy Taylor, Jack Robson, Shirley Caldwell, George Dearman, Ultan Sullivan, Thelma Grace Hardie. Birthday Greetings. December 19: Moya Kidman, Gwen Noble, Ken Whitford, Heather Forbes, Ethel Galpin, Alex Rennie, Barbara M’Callum. December 20: Lois Marjorie Freeburv, Bernard G. Masson, Donald Wilson Cock, Marjorie Ellen Hawkey, Florence Falconer, Noeline Wright, Kathleen May Boon, Joyoe Thompson. December 21: Dorothy Chaney, Noel Miles, Ronald Watson, Hazel Langdon, Avis Hollows. December 22: Ngaio Agnes Hall, David John Fraser, Noel Hood, Alexander John Foggin, Brian Harbidge, Richard Hall, Winston Sharpe, Esme Agnes Burt, Noeline Britten, Willie Robinson, Maxwell Laurie, Pat Cummings, Vernon Biggins, Joyce Eden, Judith Macfarlane, James Moore. December 23: Veda Priscilla Wentworth, Dorothy Cox, Clarence Wilkins, Reginald Noel Marson, Connie Laing, Margaret Hobbs, Ron Bryson, Jean Logan, Rhoda Staples, Phyllis Edward. December 24: Joan Jackson, Ronald M’Kinley, Joan M’Lean, Gloria Peek, Olive White, Trevor May, Eva Kyle, Joan Neal, Estelle Frances Dewar, Roy Thompson. December 25 : Dorothy Mumford, Stanley Fagan, Gordon Noel Wilson, Noela Wendy Gudge, Aynsley Cook, Ina Weekes, Gladys Levy, George Cummings, Noelene Dixon, Noela Smith, Dawn Chetwynd, Edna Jolley. DEMANDING TOO MUCH. From poet to editor: “ Dear sir—l am sending you a simple little ode. All that I ask is that you give it a careful reading.” From editor to poet: “ Dear sir—l received your poem. And in reply will say that the price you ask is beyond all reason.”

AN ASSET. “ You wouldn’t think,” said the Mississippi youth, “ that my musical talent was the means of saving my life^.” “ No,” remarked his friend, “ I would not. Tell me how it happened.” “ Well there was a big flood in my home town, and when the water struck our house Father got on a bed and floated down-stream.” “ And you?” “ I accompanied him on the piano.” SUMMER READING. Ripple: “ I suppose you did quite a bit of reading while on your vacation?” Ramble: “Well, I should say so! Lots of signboards and road directions, you know.”

NEARER THE MARK. “ Here, man! ” cried an irate cus- ; tomer to the manager of the laundry. “What about this week’s washing? ” “ We’ve dispatched all orders,” replied the ipanager, “ and allow me to inform you that we specialise in quick service.” “ Quick service! ” thundered the customer, as he exhibited a dress shirt with a large rent in it. “It looks to me as if you’ve been in a tearing hurry! ” THE CONJURER. When the poet touches earth-bound words, They flame on skyward wings; And like a tree of dawn-stirred birds, The dictionary sings!

ALL HE WAS DOING. Little Bobby came crying into the house, rubbing the places where he had been butted by a pet sheep. “ But what did you do,” his mother demanded, “ when the sheep knocked you down?” “ I didn’t do nothin’,” Bobby declared protestingly. “ I was gettin’ up all the time.” AT THE SWITCHBOARD. “ Some of the things said over the wires,” declared the telephone girl to a linesman making repairs, “ are not fit for me to hear.” “ Aw,” pointed out the linesman, “ you can’t expect to work around electricity and not get shocked.”

THE SUN IS OUT! The sun is out! It makes me want To lie against the earth, And talk a lot, And shout a lot, And sing for all I’m worth! The sun is out! And Prince and I Can play and romp about, And show the world How good we are, Because the sun is out! Where can happiness always be found?—ln the dictionary. What is it that pulls a train up with a jerk?—A signal.