THE GIRL GUIDES

Waikato Times, Volume 118, Issue 19633, 20 July 1935, Page 21 (Supplement)

THE GIRL GUIDES

NEWS FROM CANADA. A very long- ana interesting letter with newspaper cuttings, ana a collection of badges has this week been recelvea by the • lieutenant or the First Hamilton Company rrom a Lieutenant or a Gulhe Company In Toronto, Canada. At It helps us to realise, how widespread our movement is. I thought I would include some or their news Tor you this week. Being so rar away ■ rrom other parts or the world, we are rather apt to remember guiding as it is In our own little corner. First or all, I wish you could see what a pretty badge the Provincial Badge is. The main part Is In the shape of a shield, the lower hair In green enamel with three maple leaves In gold; the other, hair or the shield is white enamel with the red cross or St George. Under the shield is a scroll In white enamel with the name or the province (Ontario) written In gold. Standing on top or the shield is a black bear In enamel, edged with gold. The whole combination Is very charming. Their Treroil differs rrom ours inasmuch as It is only hair the size; in the lop lobe ol' the Treroil where we have the Star they have a big “C’ l'or Canada. In the scroll underneath are the words “Be Prepared.” Our Lieutenant correspondent mentions, however, that the Trcl'oils are in' ruture to be larger. Extract rrom Toronto paper—Stricken with a heavy cold, Lord Baden-Powell took only a brief part in the ceremonies connected with his visit to Sudbury, where Guides and Scouts rrom all parts or Northern Ontario had gathered to meet the Chiers. Because or inclement weather, the review had to be held in the Grand Theatre. The theatre was packed with Guides and Scouts. The Mayor presented the Chler Scout wltjt an engraved address or welcome. Lady Baden-Powell first addressed the Guides, while the Chief Scout rollowed with a brief address to the Scouts. At the conclusion he remarked: “I want to get a closer look at your ugly mugs,” and descending rrom the platrorm spent some time fraternising with the boys while Lady Baden-Powell visited the girls on the other side of the auditorium. The weather -having cleared as the Guides and Scouts left the theatre they lined upon both sides or the street and Lady Baden-Powell Inspected them, while the Chler Scout rested in his car, before leaving ror Toronto that evening. At Toronto. The mail did not Include cuttings about the Toronto Rally, but we do hope they will-be sent us .later for-we would love to know what these thousands or Toronto Guides did to welcome Lady Baden-Powell. I believe eleven thousand Brownies, Girl Guides and Rangers congregated to pay homage to the Chiers. It must have been a wonderrul sight. However, the civic reception given them on the day they reached Toronto was wonderful, but -what might Interest you is a report obtained by a newspaper representative rrom the two-, daughters or our Chiefs at this reception. “Rows and rows or blue-uniformed Guides were In the front seats, but at first no sign of Lord Baden-Powell’s daughters. In front of the nearest girl the reporter stopped. ‘Do you recognise either of Lord Baden-Powell’s daughters by sight?’ he asked. ‘Much too well,’ came the reply, and a young, slightly rreckled face looked up. ‘l’ve lived with both of them all my life. That rat over there (pointing to a Guide two seats away) is Betty Baden-Powell. And I, oldest, fattest, reddest and worst tempered, am Heather Baden-Powell. or course we like Canada. We really do. Terribly. We’ve seen so much of if already—dust storms, rain storms, sand storms, and wind storms, i Toronto has the first sunshine we’ve seen, i but we like your country very much.” i “Tell me,” whispered Betty, “how many ; speeches do you think we’ll have to listen i

to? We’ve had speeches without end — Australia. New Zealand, Canada. Day after day we listen to speeches.” After a discussion at some length on the Canadian girls, their smartness and

liking- for vigorous sports, Betty was cortflcllng that they had had a splendid trip around the world, when Heather exclaimed In a whisper, “The procession,’’ and was looking at the door through which her rather was about- to stride. “Stand up. Goodbye,” she finished. THE NORTHERN ANTHEM. Young blood or Northern, stand for your school loyal And earnest, faithful, strong and true. Red gold an'd true blue wielding pen and tool, . \y e c*"iii iini'i ihese colours high evermore for you. And when'we leave thee, though we Journey far, We shall ever look to thee, be our guiding star, And to those who follow, we would bid you come. Loving her and serving her, just as we have done. Chorus. Northern Vocational colours shall never rail, Let us sing another song for Northern Vocational. Come, young men, rise and sing, Maidens, your voices ring— Rise and cheer for Northern dear, our mater for evermore. This Is a school song from Toronto. Don’t you think Its message is fine? A STORY FOR BROWNIES. This is a story about Brownies or rather it is not about than actually, but about Mr and Mrs James Ant and their family, who were very much like Brownies, and if you cannot imagine now where the resemblance could be, perhaps you will when you have heard the end of the tale! ! Mr and Mrs James Ant and their fourteen sons and their seventeen daughters lived together in one of the best parts of a very fine residential anthill. They were not particularly rich, but they were extremely industrious, and by working hard and never neglecting anything which might i be userul to them later, they managed to , get along very well. Mrs Jhmes, in par- j ticular, was a very thrifty housewife, and j you can therefore imagine her excitement | one day when she found that a huge “ tree j lo g,” big enough to supply the whole i household with fuel, was lying across the j path Just outside her front door. (You or I \ might have stepped on that “tree log,” i scarcely noticing it amongst all the other j fallen twigs, but then ants are consider- • ably smaller Chan we, and so are their Ideas of tree-logs!)

Directly Mr James came home that evening, almost before he had had his tea, his wife told him about her discovery and begged him to drag the log Indoors before It had time to get wet, and Mr James, being a most amiable ant, did as he was asked and went to bring It in. But, try as he would, pull or push-, kick or drag not one inch .could he get that log to move, for you must remember that,lt was a tremendous weight—for an ant, Perhaps next week wo shall find out how he got It In—ln the meantime, you try and think out an Idea to help him.