THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 1, Issue 98, 8 December 1939, Page 3

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

for the Goodwill Cruise ™e whaler of WHALE ISLAND

Here we are at Shanghai! How do you like it ma Hearties? The Avatevfront looks battered and broken up. That's because of the terrific bombardment that the Japanese navy gave to it nearly eighteen months ago. Shanghai is nOAV practically a Japanese city, though there is little more than a third of the people living there to-day. Everywhere you can see the flag of the Rising Sun, flying from the mast heads of tliei city. The- harbour is full of great transports and sleek grey men-o-war EveryAvhere it is bustle and hurry. Here you can see on the left side of the S.S. Good EndeaA r our a huge ship unloading guns, stores and a few weedy looking horses. All these will be used against the Chinese, who are fighting hundreds of miles aAA'ay under Marshal Chiang Kai Shek. It is not a pleasant sight to see all these signs of Avar, Avhen Ave as you all knoAV are going round the Avorld on a goochvill cruise. Well lads and lassies, AA r e can't avoid seeing them, for if AA r e AA-ant to see the AA'orld then We must be prepared to see AA'hat is going on in the AA'orld. At the same time don't you think it's Avicked that Avars should still be necessary' to settle the arguments betAveen nations. No, Ave will not sta3' long here. As soon as Ave haA'e seen the shop;? and buildings in the foreign concessions, we will AA'eigh anchor, and head for Japan. They tell me that Yokahama has a Avonderful harbour and that Kobe and Tokio are Avonderful places. We sho-nld b° there by next week. Till then, all the very best to you. Peter the Whaler. OUR STORY THE TWO FROGS There Avere once tAVo frogs. On;* Jived at CroaktOAvn and the other at Frogville. One day the CroaktoAA'n frog thought that he AA'ould like to see Frogville; and the FrogA'ille frog thought that he would like to see CroaktoAvn. On the same day, therefore, they both set out on the journey. It was a long Avay, and the road lay over a high mountain. Hop, hop. went the CroaktoAA r n frog; and hop, hop, Avent the Frogville frog. They both reached the top of the mountain at exactly the same time, and AA r ere, of course, very* surprised to see each other. They were too tired to speak for a few minutes, and sat doAvn, puffing and bloAving and mopping the damp from their brows. At last the CroaktoAvn frog said: "Oh, that .was a tenable climb; and my eyes ache with staring in front of me, in case 1 should miss the Avay. I am going to Frogville. Where are you going?" "I was going to see CloaktoAvn," said the other frog, "but I am <so tired that I feel like turning back. I am too weary even to catch an insect for lunch.' Both frogs sat looking gloomily about them; and then the Frogville frog had a bright idea. "Can AA r e not see Croaktown from the .top of the" mountain?" lie asked. "Yes," said the CroaktoAvn frog"and I suppose Ave can see Frogville i also from here." "Of course, Ave can" replied the Frogville frog. "Why go any farther, Avhen Ave can see all avo wish from Avhere Ave are? I am too tired to hop another inch " The frogs therefore climbed on to the top of a rock, and gazed doAvn at the tAvo towns lying far below them. They forgot, hoAvever, one thing—nameb', that they Avore their eyes in the back of their heads. Thus, the CroaktoAvn frog, avlio thought he AA'as looking cloavp, at Frog ville, Avas really looking back at his own city of CroaktoAvn. In the same way, the Frogville frog, instead of looking at Croaktown Avas gazing back at the buildings and gardens of Frogville. Neither of 'he frogs saAv their mis take; and it Avas a good joke Avhen the Croaktown frog said: "Humph! I don't think much of Frogville. Its "buildings and gardens are not nearly so fine as ours in Croaktown." ■"CroaktoAvn, indeed!" said the other jfrog, straining his eyes to count the i church-spires in the toAvn below! liim. "If Frog\'ille is not a much I greater and more beautiful city than! this Croaktown, my name is not i "Rowley. -. !

The frogs grew quite angry with each other; and, without saying "Good-bye," they both slid clown from the rock and set off for home. To this day they have not found out that they were both looking at the wrong town. The Croaktown frog will say, if you ask him: "Frogville! Don't talk to me about Frogville. I saw it once, and it is not to be spoken of in the same croak with Croaktown." The Frogville frog will sayalso: "Croakv.Mle, that ugly place! It hasn't a single building or garden as fine as any we have in Frogville" We know that the Croaktown frog has not seen Frogville, and that the Frogville frog has not seen Croaktown; but the frogs both think that they know best, and are quite pleased with themselves. LAST WEEK'S COMPETITION ESSAYS ON PETS. I Four very good entries this week, and I am going to print them all and award them free picture tickets. Here they are ! Barbara Wallace. Last week we had some chickens hatched, on* 1 was from a small bantam egg. The chicken was a very (small delicate one. So T claimed it for my pet. We had to keep on giving it a teaspnon of whisk 3' and watc to keep it alive. Sad to say rm' little pet only lived five days. T also have a kitten seven weeks old, it is one of four. The mother' died the other day. The kitten is. vor V ulay'ul and watches everything with it's little bright eyes. Charlie Armer. I haven't a pet since we came to live in town, but out on the farm, we had a horse we made a pet of. He was a bay pony with a white star on his forehead, we used to put a dried sheepskin on him, and ride him everywhere. His name was Barney' Googels, and we used to do circus riding on him. We taught him to eat sugar, and cakes, and to drink out of a cup. We had to hold the cup up to his mouth and tip it up for him, and he would drink from the side. I am sending you a snap of Barney drinking out ol" a cup, so that you can see him, people do not believe us when we tell them about it. He Avould go lid to the hay makers, and make friends, and before they knew what was about, he would grab the food they were eating. Once he walked into the kitchen, and he had to come up three steps, to get on the verandah. He was eating our breakfast, when Ave saw him. After that we shut the door, and he would put his head through the window. We loved riding him, three at a time, and if he thought he had gone far enough, he would turn back, and leave us sprawling on the ground. He was a very last horse, and we used to race home from school. When we Avanted to catch him, Ave would sing out to him, and if Ave didn't put our hand out he wouldn't come, and if our hand Avas out he thought it was cake or sugar for him, and he would come at a canter. He used to loa*c to chase the bantam rooster out' of the tree. 1 Avculcl like to ride him now. Very good 1113' lad. P.T.W. Vera Harrison. One day my.uncle went out across the paddock during the October month and brought back Avith him a pet lamb. When I saw the lamb I claimed it as mine because it Avas i snoAA'-Avhite and seemed so friendly with me. Soon afterwards I went inside and put some milk in a small pot 011 the (ire. When the milk Avas luke Avarni 1 poured it into a bottle and put a teat on it then gave it to the lamb to drink. While it avhs drinking the milk it jumped around •Avagging its tail as fast as it could. Later in the evening Ave put it in a shed to sleep the night. Next morning avc fed it and let it run round the laAvn. Everyday' A\ r e did practically' the same to it every day until one morning when' I awoke I found my pet bunb lying dead on the floor of the shed. From

that clay on I have never had any more pet lambs. Joseth Gattsche. I am going to write about my pet budgie. Every morning about half past seven I take some seed, and water and feed them. I first take off the sack that covers up the front, then I take out their water tin and clean it out then put fresh water in the tin and then put it back, I do the same with the seed. Sometimes I let him out for a little fly round and sometimes I put an extra big tin in the cage so that lie can have a bath when, he's a bitj dirty. When it's laining and it's a bit cold I let him come inside. I call him Tiny. COLOUR THIS

A present for mother! Just see how nicely you can colour the picture and the three best will receive free picture tickets with Peter the Whaler'\s comp 1 i men ts. MY DREAM SHOP When I grow up I'll keep a :iu>p And sell bull's-eyes And ginger pop, And coco-nuts of Monster size And Easter eggs And Christ nuts pies, And Sugar-hearts And silver bells. And coloured soaps With flowery smells, And candles—not The common white —• But green and blue And crimson bright. And everything within my store Will cost a penny (nothing more), Except to friends. To friends there'll be No charge at all: I'll serve tlum tree. I think you know that that's the way To bring them back another day, And make them always sure to stop And do their shopping at my shop! JOKE CORNER Teacher: "On looking over your essay on 'Our (harden,' I ommy, I find it is exactly the same as your elder brother's. llow do you account for that?" Tommy: "Well, teacher —it's the .same garden. m * # * Jones: "My sister's going to a fancy dress ball as Joan of Arc, Maid of Orleans." Bones: "That's funny. My brother's going as Noah's Ark, made of cardboard. * =S * a Teacher: "A fathom is (sft. Can anyone give me a sentence using the word?" Pupil: "Yes, sir. Flies are able to walk on the ceiling because they have fathoms." « * * » The train was just pulling out when the breathless lad dashed to tlie ticket window. "Hurry up," he gasped. "Gimme, a round-trip ticket." "Where to?" The boy looked at the ticket man in disgust. "Hack here," he panted. "Where didja think?" a » Hs « At a recent race meeting in one liawke's Bay township two Maoris were the joint owners of a horse that competed in the loc:«! Cup events One, ReLa, acted as the jockey, and, as he flogged his mount home, the last of a big field, his coin panion, llewi, full of anger, rushed to meet him. "Why you never come away in te straight, like I told you?" he demanded angrily. Reta spat contemptuously. "How could I come without te hoi hau? ' (horse)" lie roared. * * * » The farmer's wife had just paid the last instalment on the perambulator. CTel-k; "Thank you, madam. How is the baby getting on now?" ' Lady: "Oh, he's all right. He's getting married next week."