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Star (Christchurch), Volume XLIV, Issue 471, 4 June 1932, Page 18 (Supplement)

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merit. GOOD SCRIBES. 4/6/32. Betty Turner, Violet Darrell, Hazel Stenton, Ruvena Bartlett, Basil Crompton, Sylvia Daniel, Ailsa Crompton, Margaret Moore, Jean. Hill, Walter Griffiths, Gwynne Jones, Doris Stanton, Faith Harrington, George Eastwick, Dorothy Rickerby, Max O’Driscoll, Margaret oMore, Kathleen Stratford, Daphne Dickie, David Guild, Vina Morrison, Selby Walker, Peggy Taylor, May Kelly, Joyce Clark, Max O’Driscoll, Frances Taylor, Phyllis Windsor, Margaret Simmons, Evelyn Jury, Shirley Cotter, Noeline Crawford, Ultan Sullivan, Bsryl Boldero, Yolande Swann, Jean Fentiman, Marie M’Gregor, Ruby, Luscombe, Elsie Vogel, Alberta .Free, Laurence Free, Brenda Payne, Joan Wardle, Minnie Hewitt, Ellen Kempthorne, Charlie Hooke, Nellie Forsey, Maude Hench, Jean Richards, Shirley Caldyyell, Alma Copplestone, Kathleen Copplestone, Joyce Newman, Marion Ullrich, Betty Sargent, Marjorie Anderson, Dolly Tuck. Sidney Silver, Freda Silver, Grace Lawrence’. Ruvena Bartlett, Walter Griffiths,

CIRCLE ARTISTS. Kevin Sloan, Joyce Clark, Max O'Driscoll, Ina Hoatten, Lila Hoatten, Shirley Cotter, Phyllis Windsor, Brenetta Taylor, Frances Taylor, Euan Retallicic, Edna Tyson, Ultan Sullivan, Beryl Boldero, Yolande Swann, Ursula Fentiman, Jean Fentiman, Ruby Luscombe, Elsie Vogel, Eileen Hellver, Alberta Free, Lawrence Free, Brenda Payne, Neill Rasmussen, Edna Mills, Doris Barter, Jessie Barter, Betty Sargent, Joyce Bell, Arthur Bell, Shirley Coldwell, Jean Richards.

TINSEL ON THE TOP SHELF. Dear Little Starlets, My advice to you to-night is, “ when you are asked to do a thing—do it!” There is usually a big reason why you should. Well that’s what we think because . . . “Joke Box!” said Aunt Hilda as she was closing the office door. “Be a good fellow and tidy the top shelf of the cupboard for me. I haven’t had time to do it for months so it’s sure to be terribly dusty by now. Ta! Ta!” she called gaily and left us to it. Joke Box’s second chin sagged wearily as he hung his head on the side in an attitude of great despair. “ Oh! ” was all he said; but there was a world of meaning in the word. We knew how lazy he felt and what a great deal he had eaten all day, and consequently, the prospect of reaching and dusting the highest shelf was not at all pleasing. But Aunt Hilda had asked him to do it for her, and the thought of displeasing her- worried him. Aunt Hilda had been so good to him all his life—surely he couldn’t refuse to do a simple little good turn for her? But, dear me! It IS dreadful to feel lazy when there’s work to be done. I knew just how he felt exact!}', but I hoped that he would try very hard to please Aunt Hilda. We waited to see what he would do—but he did nothing. Just sat and thought how much nicer it would be to sit where he was by the fire, than to stretch and strain to tidy the cupboard in the cold, windy corner. “ Whoo-ooo! ” roared the fire as the wind drew it up the chimney. A coal toppled and sank into the red heart of the fire. Then Joke Box, as if dismissing all unpleasant thoughts from his mind jrew his chair closer in and spoke for he first time since Aunt Hilda had eft us. “ Let’s talk about something really nice! ” he said, but there didn’t seem o be, anything really nice to talk about, so Joke Box tried again. “ I wish someone would give us something exciting to speak about,” he sighed. “ Aren’t there any adventure books left? Or can’t anyone think of a story tc tell?” The. next minute he exercised an admirable will-power, and rose to his feet. We imagined the Cloak of Laziness to have slipped away from- him, for he squared his shoulders and got to work. Reaching and bending, reaching and bending, just as he had dreaded doing away in the chilly corner. He wouldn’t let us help him one bit—but said he would do his duty at any price, rather than have the Conscience Imp tortur.ng him. Then came the reward of duty well done. John was placing the last box back pn the now orderly shelf when his eyes caught the glint of silver. Off came the box lid. In went John’s hand. Out it came again, draped with ong, beautiful chains of tinsel. “ Oh!” we all gasped, “ Party tinsel!” That was it! And what a great, glad reminder those slender chains were of our coming party, so near now, “ Well, aren’t you glad you faced duty and cleaned out the top cupboard, John?” I asked him after. “ Pollyanna,” he replied earnestly. “ There’s hundreds of things to be glad about, when a man can say he has done his duty.” “ One thing to be glad about,” called Mickey Mouse, “ is the fact that we’ve got something really exciting to talk about now, just as we wished ! ” But Mickey hasn’t been to one of our parties yet, or he’d use more adjectives, wouldn’t he Starlets? Pollyanna.