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

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UULuIB CUNDELL (22, St Martins Road). NOLA EWING (52, Worcester Street). RUBY PEPPER (638, Worcester Street). MARTIN FITZGIBBON (Public Hospital). MARGARET TWISS (153, Lichfield Street). EVELYN MILLER (186, Lichfield Street). NANCY SCOTT (153, Lichfield Street). DAVID BARR (64, Corson Avenue, Beckenham). DESMOND YARDLEY (26, Clothier Street, Lin wood). JOYCE YARDLEY (26, Clothier Street Linwood). HANNAH NIMMS (Taylorville, Brunnerton). THESE RESOLUTIONS. As the New Year approached by leaps and bounds I began to consider seriously this New Year resolution business. In former years my good resolutions had been made, it seemed, only to be broken. This year, I thought, I would alter all that. I'd make just a few easy-to-keep resolutions, and create a new record by keeping them. After a lot of deep thought I produced the following resolutions: (1) To remember the dates of the family’s birthdays. (2) Not to tell certain persons what I think of them. (3) To have a conscientious shot at my Caesar homework and not depend on a lastminute word of advice from a brainy one. When I came to look these over, I found that none of them could possibly be kept or broken until school began, so I scratched my head and thought of one that could be kept during the holidays. Finally I decided on: (4) To keep my temper—as far as possible. On New Year's Day we told our resolutions. When I reached No. 4 there was a great guffaw from Harry. “ Aw! Haw, haw, haw ! Aw! Haw, haw, haw! D’ye think you’ll keep your temper? Oh, say, sister, don’t make me laugh! ” And everyone joined in the laughter. However, I was full of my resolve, and determined not to lose my temper. “ You can’t make me lost my temper that way,” I cried. “I mean to keep this resolution—and my temper.” “ Oyez! Oyez! ” Beth imitated a town crier: “ Ladies and gentlemen,— See the world’s wonder. The only one who means to keep her New Year resolutions. Don’t miss the sight of a lifetime. Oypz! Oyez! ” I decided it would be wiser to go and cool off before I actually burst into flame—metaphorically speaking. “ Elizabeth Helen,” I said, crushingly, “if you had resolved to keep a civil tongue in your head, instead of saying that you’d, dam all the holes in your stockings before they made ladders, it would have been a great deal more sensible.’* And with that I stalked away. But pride, alas! goes before a fall. I did not see the orange peel at the top of the steps, but my feet apparently recognised an gld friend and hastened to meet it. I should like to draw a veil over what happened, but honestly compels me to add that by the time I landed on a hard, hard path resolution No. 4 had been broken. I’m never going to make another resolution—it’s a waste of time.