GIRL GUIDE CORNER

Waikato Independent, Volume XXIX, Issue 3101, 22 June 1929, Page 3

GIRL GUIDE CORNER

.. ' ' By “BIRDIE.” Dear Guides, Bangers and Brownies, I was sitting at my desk a moment ago and wondering just what I would write about to you this week, whether you would like humorous stories, Guide Helps, or perhaps a competition, and I have decided to give you a chance to run your own column; and so I would like any Guides or Bangers who have any “bright ideas” to send them in to the “Birdie Letter-Box” at Mrs. Boulton’s shop before next Thursday. This is your own column, you know, so why shouldn’t you help run it? Are you prepared to do this? Motto. Our motto for the column is: “One of the best things to "have up your sleeve is a funny bone.” (Don’t you think it’s a good one?) Humour. “Yes, doctor,” said the patient, “I have been suffering like this for a long time. I consulted the chemist ” “You consulted the chemist?” exclaimed the doctor. “Good gracious, man, you surely know chemists always give stupid advice! Wliat did he tell you?” “He told me to come to you,” said the patient. The person born with a silver spoon in his mouth is the only one who doesn’t have to stir himself. A man once broke his wrist by patting himself on the back. Be careful! A sense of humour is something that we all think w-c have—until the joke happens to be on us. First-Class Helps. The principal trees found in the Domain arc exotics —ehiefly pianos, oaks, chestnuts, firs, and various cypresses,, and gums. A few native trees and shrubs have been planted of recent years, and these are more easily identified during the winter months, as all the English and other imported trees will have shed their leaves, while the native trees of New Zealand arc nearly all evergreens. If you are anxious to identify the ones found in the Domain you will find the following specimens on the northern slopes: —Bimu, puriri, totara, kowhai/ tanekaha, honini, miro, houhere (lace-bark), karamu, rangiora, tutu, koromiko, punga, toe-toe, and flax. •Ther/is also one hcalthy-looking kauri tree, although the climate is too rigid for this and the puriri to succeed well. (To be continued.) /The Brown Owl. “Let me in! Let me in!” called the Brown Owl. “Who’s that?” Polly answered in a frightened whisper. “Only an old woman seeking shelter,” the Brown Owl replied. Polly then very bravely said, “We can’t let you in. You must go elsewhere. ’’ “But,” said the Brown' Owl, ‘ ‘ I’m. too tired. Do let me come in.” Nancy yery quietly stole to the window and peeped out: “She does look very old and tired, and she’s got a brown cloak all over her. I’m sure she is hungry. Shall I let her in, Daisy?” said Nancy. “But. we can’t let her in. We haven’t got the key.” From outside the Brown Owl called in a mysterious voice, ‘ f Look under the last cup on the top shelf.” Rosy climbed up on a chair and looked where the Brown Owl had told her, and there, to her surprise, she found the misisng key. She then hurried to the door, opened it, and then the Brown Owl pntered the room wearing a long brown cloak and hood, and as she stepped inside she walked very slowly, for she had travelled far that night. • (To be continued.) Au revoir until next week. “818-DIE.”