THE HONOURS OF THE DAY

Star (Christchurch), Volume XLIV, Issue 661, 14 January 1933, Page 18 (Supplement)

THE HONOURS OF THE DAY

It was not usual for the girls at Molly’s school to have animal pets. But in Molly’s case the head-mistress had made an exception, for when Molly went back after the holidays she would have said goodbye to her parents for five years. They were going to India, and poor Molly felt as lonely as an orphan. Wolf, who was a handsome Alsatian puppy, proved to be the greatest comfort to his little mistress when she went back to school. Before long he was a favourite with all the children; and he behaved so well that he was even allowed to go for country walks with them. Term passed quickly, and everyone was eagerly looking forward to the opening of the new swimming baths. For weeks the girls had been practising, and at last the day which had been so much looked forward to arrived. Parents, brothers, and sisters came to watch, and the sides of the baths w*re lined with spectators. Half the events had passed off successfully, and everyone was intent on watching the high diving, when suddenly their attention was attracted by a scream and a splash. Before anyone had hardly realised what had hapened there was another splash, and Wolf was seen swimming strongly to the rescue of one of the little onlookers, who had overbalanced and fallen into deep water. Before anyone had had time to reach her Wolf had swam with her to the steps, and put her down in safety, rather frightened but otherwise little the worse for her adventure Wolf certainly carried off the honours of the day. MY CARAVAN. It must be fun to live in a house That runs on wheels all the day, And when you’re tired of standing still. Just put in a horse and drive over the hills Dozens of miles away. My horse will be black, with a long, long tail. And I’ll call him Clipperty-Clop, I’ll let him go slowly, with very loose reins. And together we’ll wander down little green lanes Until it is night and we stop. But, oh! dear me, I have years to wait Before all my dreams come true. And I wish that the house that I lived in to-day Hadn’t got roots but could wander away, Like a caravan painted blue. Joan Millow-