THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY
Ahoy there! lads and lassies. Just you stop awhile and have a quiet smoke and a yarn with old Peter the Whaler. Times" when it gets a little lonely out here in my cave, so I always welcome a chance to write you a few lines and let you know about the progress of the S.S., Good En* deavour. Well next week I intend to get her well under .sail and once Ave're out of sight of land 111 call the crcw together and appoint them all to their stations. I think we will visit the South Sea Islands first, and then we'll visit Hongkong, Japan, Russia, Fiji and all the lands T know of. So get into training, ma hearties, for it will need hardy sailor, men and venturesome sailor girls to stand up to the tropical storms and hurricanes which we will encounter. So cheerio till next week and watch out for the time when we weigh anchor. Yours as ever PETER THE WHALER.
Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise
IM/ PETER THE WHALER - of WHALE ISLAND I
LAST WEEK'S COMPETITION
A NAME FOR MY PET GOAT Quite a number of my crew sent in original nanu'S for the goat that nrriv ed last week, f>y t.ie way, h.2 is ll\t cheekiest and unt'diest goat 1 eve: met and like.s eating my sailor hat, and chewing my big rubber thigii boots. Well I didn't know which name I liked best until the one arrived from Walter Smith. Now you will sec from the list what lie sent in, and that's what I have decided to call him. The other three to win free picture tickets are also printed. Walter Smith 'Butinsky* Beverley Armstrong 'Nosey' Ann Little John 'Bunty* Nanette Raymond 'Peterkin' Other good suggestions were. Stray from Jeanette McLcod, from Colleen Kelly.
SPRING IS COMING
MR SCROGGINS STEPS OUT As Roger P. Scroggins (the hedge hog) stepped toward the front door with his high hat in one hand all ready to be placed on his head, and his cane in the other, Mrs Scroggins skipped from the kitchen and put herself between her husband and tiw front door. This made it necessary for Mr S. to stop, which he did. going into a low bow. ''My dear," he said, ''so here you are. * She sm'lcd and admitted much, then took from where she holding it behind her back a sprig of pussy willow. "For your hat/' she said, and stuck the branch of shiny gray "pussies" into her husband high hat. He looked at the decorated hat with a broad smile of pleasure. "My dear," he said, "if I had not been in the mood for spring before, I would be'j now.'' As he stepped from his cosy home at the root of the old Sycamore tree the sun was warm on the Common. Green was beginning to show here and there in the grass. His step was light and the swing of his cane was as jaunty a thing as one would see in miles of walking. He had walked only a short way when a whir of wings .sounded —and at his side was Araminta, the first robin. ''My dear,'» said Scroggins warmly . *'So you are here.'' "I've been in the neighbourhood for some time" said the first robin in her choicest spring accents" but I just got to the Common this minute. I can show you some snowdrops and a few crocuses if you'd like to see them. * ''Like to see them indeed! ' said the ■venerable hedgehog. ''It was for things like crocuses and snowdrops and sunshine and green,-turning grass that I came out this morning—and,'' ho bowed, "for such other welcomesights as yourself." Araminta acknowledged the gal. lantry by flying hurriedly in to the branches of a near .by tree, returning shortly. ''Follow me,* she said. Scroggins followed her along the ground. She flew some and walked some. In a very few moments they came to a house where there were window boxes filled with crocuses and snowdrops* ''There they are/' said Araminta. Scr'oggins looked long and hard. So did Araminta. Suddenly she became quite apologetic, and would Tiave blushed if that were her habit. "Dear, dear!" she said. ''My thoughts have been so full of crocuses a ml snowdrops that I forgot to tell you "how splendid the pussy willows are in your l hat." Scroggins took off his hat, bowed low, and, quickly l as took off one of the gray buds and handed it to Araminta. She accepted it with a murmur of pleasure and flew away. Scroggins' step was high indeed os Ik> turned homeward. ''Mrs Scroggins. Pussy willow. Araminta. Sun. shine. Greening Grass. Crocuses. Snowdrops.. In short—Spring," he said to himself as-he swiing along. '
MY LETTER BOX
Jcar Peter the Whaler, I would like to become a member )f your club. Enclosed is 3d in stamps as well as this week's coinpetition. Beverley Armstrong. Welcome aboard, my sailormaid. I'm sure you'll find plenty to keep you occupied and lots of good friends md playfellows. Your certificate 'eeves the ship to.day and I hope it reaches you alright. All good wishes. P.T.W. sfc * # » In sending in her entry Midshipmaid Ann Littlejohn, says: How would yon like ''Runty" f>l the name of your pet'goat? It reminds me of a funny experience ray mother once had. She wag riding m 1 goat carriage on the sands in Eng>and. After she got out she went to troke the goat and he turned round and bunted her over: Well what an experience for mother you can tell her from me that although Butinsky is one of the most ill-mannered goats I have ever met, he hasn't taken to bunting n»ei over yet. If he ever does, I'm afraid I wouldn't keep him for long. All best wishes. P.T.W. RIDDLE POT Sent in by Stewardess Sylvia Sims. Why is a watch like a river? Because it cannot go far without winding. What ring is always*a square? A boxing ring. What has a head, four legs and one foot? A bed. When does a spider appear to have wings? When it takes a fly. I Sent in, by Jocelyn Wilson. i Which tree commands the most respect? i The elder. What book is sure to bring tears to your eyes? A volume of smoke. Why is G the sweetest letter ii* the alphabet? Because it is always in the middle of sugar. When is a candle angry? When it Is put out. What goes 01* and yet never moves? A road. 9 # # * Gordon came home from school with his shirt his lips swollen and one eye pra,et ! cally closed. Mother.- "Heavens! Did you walk home in that state?'' Gordon: ''Yes, mother. There wasn't room for two in the ambu. lance. * # * » Teacher: ''Now, who can tell me where Hilversum lies?" Pupil: "A,s far as I can remember, sir, on 1875 metres.'' Sent in by Engineer Reg Parry. What is always going yet never moves? A clock. What has a tail and a head but no body? A,: penny. When is a pair not a pair. When it is a pear*. What goes up and down and sometimes breaks? A window.
NEXT WEEK'S COMPETITION
HIDDEN COLOURS This square of letters conta'ns the names of ten colours that you know quite well. The names run partly across the square and parlly down. S V I W A S P CAOH E K E ERL 1 YI) D TOET E L U P ft A N B L E URUGROW M PLEEEN Find the ten hidden colours and the four best answers will win free picture tickets with P.T.W.'s com. oliments.
BLACK MAGIC
This is a good game for a party. A member of the company stands u» and says that such a person (another member of the guests) will he able to tell the party any article they may pick out for him to guess, although he will leave the room anil a selection is made, and when he returns you point to several and sure enough he will be able ii.o name the correct one. And this is the solution of the very mysterious happening. As the person is going out of the room he puts so many fingers on the side of the door—it may be one, two, or three, or four, varied according to the number of times the trick is played—and the person with the stick, who is to do the takes' sccret note of this sign, for the number* of questions is to agree with the number of fingers shown on the door. The party then decide on an article which is in the room, and next the guesser is called in. As he puts four fingers on the edge of the door as he.was going out it indicated to the player in league with him that the fourth thing he points to must be the article chosen by the party.
WHAT WILLIAM THE CON_
QUEROR DID NOT KNOW William the Conqueror never r.a>v a though he was the greatest warrior of his age. He never sa\v gunpowder. He never saw a ship diivcn entirely by sails. He never heard of a potato; he never tasted tea or coffee; nor did he know that there was such a thing as tobacco. He never knew of the man-like apes, and never saw a giraffe or a rhinr>. ceros.
PARTICULAR FRIEND BUNNY
Out in the garden, stands his house, He isn't a dog; lie isn't a mouse; He isn't a guinea pig. Try once more He's a bunny! I've never had one before. I call him ''Snowy'' because he's white His coat"'.? sp soft and his . eyes so bright, . ... And when I take him his food each day He lifts his head in a knowing way. He keeps as clean as clean can be ? , Though there's no soap that you can SM. I think he must work half the night To get that lovely coat so white. One morning, when my hands were black, I hid them both behind my back, But Snowy sniffed, and seemed to say "Who's hiding dirt? Oh me, oh my! With soap v and brush, and water hot. It won't take long to do the lot, If you don't mind, I'll make it clear, No dirty people wanted here!"
A REAL JOKE
Also sent in by Sylvia Sims. .For pudding one night we had quinces and Junket. As I am not very fond of them I asked mother. ''Are quinces good for you." She said yes they are as they contain so much iron. Little sister said: <'I won't have any thank you mother, the iron in them might break my nice new teeth.'' DETAILS OF JOINING. Five years and under; Waterbahics. Eight years and over five. Stokers, stewards and dcclihands. Fourteen and over eight. Engi_ neers, midshipmen, and petty officers PETER THE WHALER
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