WENDY HUT

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 73, Issue 97, 26 April 1930, Page 7 (Supplement)

WENDY HUT

HOW HORACE SURPRISED HIS FRIENDS

“You ought to make your entrance with a drake waddling after you,” said the producer of the play . The stage manager was consulted as to the practicability of the idea, and it qyas decided to try it. So Horace was brought from one of the numerous animal shops near the theatre, a most handsome bird, and that is how he became an actor. When he waddled on to the stage, he was the hit of the act, and he was loved by all the company.

His New Home One of the members of the orchestra who watched Horace going through his part each night, did not feel altogether happy about it, however, and used to wonder if tho drake felt lonely when the theatre was closed after the show, and how much it would enjoy a field to peck about in, and a pond; and after a day or two he persuaded the management to dispense with this particular piece of “business,” and let him have the bird, as he knew of a good homo for it. The chauffeur of the garage where he left his car had told him about his little son who was very fond of animals, and who already had a few in their garden where there was a small pond. So that night Horace made his final bow and retired from tho footlights. His musical friend made him a temporary nest for the journey in a cardboard box, with a large hole cut in the lid through which he could put his head. He -was as good as gold, and settled down in the box quite contentedly. During tho drive he looked out of the window much to the amusement of the passersby.

A Surprise Indeed The chauffeur and his little boy were delighted with Horace. He settled down most happily in his new quarters, and was a source of endless joy to his small owner. One day the chauffeur came to the musician, smiling broadly, and holding out a carefully packed parcel. “Take care how you open it, sir,” he said; “it’s a present from my little lad and Horace.’’ The musician carefully unpacked the box, and opened the lid. It was a lovely duck egg. Horace, you see, was not a drake after all.

OUR PLAYHOUSE Tell Me the Time One player stands against the wall, and a chalk line is drawn along the floor about throe feet away from him. The other players toe this line. One at a time they say to the outside player. “Can you please tell mo the time?” and he answers any hour he, pleases, until he chooses to say, “Midnight” At this word all the players must turn and make a dash for tho opposite wall, with him after them. If he succeeds in catching one, that player must be the next to ‘‘tell the time.’ ’ Sun or Rain All you want for this game is a small top that you can make yourselves. Just cut a small circle of cardboard and push through the centre a short, thin piece of wood, sharpened at cne end. Divide the circle into two parts with a pencil line, and on one side write “Sun,” and on tho dti-ei “Rain.” 'rhe players take turns at spinning it. • Each of them has a piece of paper with seven squares marked on them. These are supposed to be days of the week. If one top s'ops spinning with, the “rain” side ou the table the spinner blacks one of the sqi pies. If it is “sun,” he adds a square. When a player has blacked out all his squares lie is out of the game, and the cne with the most squares at the finish (that is, th i most sunny days) wins the gi ire.

“Have you heard about the dreadful accident to poor young Jackson?’’ “No! What has happened!” “Ho has run away with my sister-in-law! ”

Who is the more angry: The man who comes home and finds that the dinner is not ready, or the wife who has the dinner ready but must wait for the man?

YOUNG AND OLD

.When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen. Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away, Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home and take your place there, The spent and maimed among, God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young

THE LEGEND OF THE EDELWEISS

There was once an angel who longed so much to come to earth that at last she received permission to do so. But earth disappointed her. She was distressed at all she saw and heard, and she wondered sadly where she could go to find peace. She wandered a long way, and at last she came to the mountains of Switzerland. There in the ice and the snow and the strong cold wind, she felt happier. But alas! people caught sight of her roaming in those desolate regions, and some climbed up very high to see who she was, while others thought to capture her. So very lovely was the angel that all sorts of strange stories were whispered about her, and she was greatly distressed. She never spoke to anyone, she fled away when approached, but her beauty drew men to her, and only after long thought did they come to the conclusion that she was an angel. Then all the people prayed that whoever she was she might be taken to heaven, for she was obviously unhappy on earth. Their prayers were heard, and the angel returned home. But so thankful was she for the prayers of the people of earth that she left her human heart on the mountain for them. It grew into the beautiful edelweiss, and still men climb up the mountains and venture into the most dangeroui spots to seek this little flower whiA the angel left behind in joy and grafS tude. •

HUMOUR Flurried Old Lady: -oh, p()r t w , I vo lost my luggage!” Porter (entirely without sympathy): “Then you won’t be needing me, ma’am.” “Are you fond of animals?” “Yes! Especially of lobster!” Man: “Why did you hit. that boy just now!” x The Boy: “Because I was stronger than ’ini, of course!’’ ‘‘Why has your dog no name!” It wouldn't me worth while to give h’ni one. If you call, he only comes if he wants to.” “My son says that he has married a clever, fair and beautiful girl!” “Good gracious! Ig he a bigamist?” Flapper (pausing in her song): “Daddy, do you think that the young man on the other side of the street can hear me?” The Father: “I expect so. He has just shut his window.” She: “Remember to a buy a mousetrap!” He: “But I bought you one yesterday! ” She: “Yes. But there is a mouse in it already.’’

A ferocious-looking woman strode into the outfitter's shop and made for the neckwear counter.

The assistant* found himself beginning, to shake as she approached him. “I want a collar,” she thundered. “It’s for my husband.” The assistant gave a nervous nod. “Yes, madam. W-what size does he take!”

“Size?” she repeated. “I don’t know. But just wait a minuie and we can find out.’*

She proceeded to tear off her gloves, then she held out two large hands. “Measure these,” she said. “You see, I can just manage to get them round his throat.”

Mother: ‘<You must not ask so many questions. When I was youi age I never asked one! ’’ Daughter; “I suppose that is why you can’t answer mine.”

“I congratulate you, old boy! Today is one of the happiest days ir your life!” “No, you are wrong. I’m not beinj married until to-morrow.’’ “I know.”

Wife (to the man coming home): “Cook has left us!’’ Man: “Why?” “She said that you were rude t> her on the telephone to-day! ” “The cook! Heavens, I thought it was you I was talking to.”

The critic (before a picture): that is art, I’m an idiot!” ’ The Artist: “It is art, sir! 99

“Can I borrow this book?’’ “Sorry. I make it a rule nevei to lend my books. But you can take this. It is one I borrowed from my brother-in-law.”