THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 2, Issue 138, 20 March 1940, Page 2

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Here we are again after an adven- ■ urous week. I am glad to see the sun-tan on your laces and the bright happy smiles and sparkling eves, that greet me as I go my rounds. Our encounter with-the pirates last week has given us all an appetite for more adventures, and I am glad to say that we did not 'nave a single casually. The pirates made off as soon as our engineer turned the sleam pipes on to them. Yes that is a great old dodge. I learnt it years ago. when our ship was attacked by a lot of bloodthirsty niggers off the Gold Coast. Well now; my boys and girls we're 011 the briney dee]) again till we strike Archangel. That is a long way off, and its up in the Arctic, so we must all prepare warmer clothing and take on board extra rations of cocoa and chocolate. They help to keep out the cold you know, and I know you young sailors will not mind hew much we take on. W T ell goodbye ma hearties till next week.

OUR STORY FORGET YOURSELF One day a teacher, noticed that one of her pupils appeared very sad; so she walked by this girl's desk and quietly asked her to remain for a lew minutes after school. When all the other pupils had left, the teacher called this girl to her desk. "Mary, something is troubling you. Could you tell me about it?" The tears came, and Mary said: "Oh, I am so unhappy and discouraged. My home life is so miserable. No one seems to understand me. T am the oldest child and the little children annoy me so! Nothing seems right." It happened that this teacher had been the oldest sister in a large family, and caied for and loved her little sisters and brothers so much that her father*had called her "Little Mama." The teacher had an understanding heart, and she said: "Mary, the next time you feel blue and discouraged, look about you and see if you oan do some little act of kindness for someone—for your mother or father or the children, or for someone outside the home circle. When we can forget ourselves and can give kindness and thoughtfulness to others, then joy comes to us" Mary later left this school and a few years afterwards she camot back to see this teacher and to thank her for her kindly advice. She said that no sooner had she begun to do little kindly acts for those about her than her whole life was changed—the family life as well.

j NEXT WEEK'S COMPETITION FIND THE MISSING LINE A tent by the sea With boats sailing by What an Easter there'll be For Freddy and I. We'll lie in the sand And splash in the waves, But won't it he grand Send in the missing line and the best three attempts will receive free picture tickets with my best compliments. P.T.W.

A MATCH TRICK You must try this trick on your friends., I am sure you will have the laugh on him. Place tAvo u.>ed mntch.sticks on the table, and then ask him if he can make the number up to four by adding only one more matchstiek. No doubt your friend Avill say that it is quite impossible,, but you can show-him that it is quite simple when you know the secrct. All you have to do is to add another match and then arrange them to form a figure 4.

PETER THE WHALER of WHALE ISLAND

LAST WEEK'S COMPETITION MORE COLOURING All entries were good but the winners were just a little better than the others. Here they are- May Hanham, Vera Harrison, Charlie Armer. Congratulations, your free picture tickets await you at the BEACON.

MOTHER'S BABY FUNNY ANIMALS When your mother wishes to carry you she clasps both arms round you ancl lifts you up. Then she holds you firmly, and 'way you go, whither she will. But some mothers cannot do that. When the little bird falls from the nest the mother has no way of carrying it back. When the cow wants her baby to walk she gives a coaxing "m-o-o" and the calf wobbles along on its weak little legs. So it is with most animals; there is no way by which the mother can carry the baby; but some animal mothers' have devised plans of their own. ■ The Cat. Pussy is one of these. If you peep at her too often as she nestles her little ones in her bed in the manger, you will find that she has moved them. She is not happy unless her kittens are hidden away from prying hands and eyes. She has no arm to hold them in, and so she lifts them up by the back of the neck with her teeth. Sometimes she will carry them in this way for a long distance. Although it does not hurt the kittens, they do not seem to enjoy it, but that makes no difference to the mother cat. The Elephant. . Another animal that has its own way of carrying its young is the elephant. The mother elephant packs her baby in her trunk. The baby takes hold of her tusks with its trunk and seems to be much happier in its journey than the kitten. The Kangaroo. But the queerest of all ways of carrying beasts is that of the mother kangaroo. She puts her baby in her pocket. Baby kangaroo may be quietly feeding, or playing in the grass, while the mother is watching tfo see that no harm comes to it. If an enemy appears the mother gives the warning call, baby jumps into her pocket, and away they gallop, six feet at a jump; indeed, when the mother is very much frightened, she has been known to leap twenty feet at one bound. What would you think if your'mother could jump clear across her dining-room? When they are in a safe place, baby climbs out again. After all, baby folks have the very best way of being carried.

HE DID IT Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with the chuckle replied That maybe it couldn't but he may be one who wouldn't say so till he tried. So he buckled right in with a trace of grin On his face. If he worried he hid it He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done—and he did it. Somebody scoffed "you'll never do that,'* At least none ever has done it. But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew he'd begun it, With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done—and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure, There are thousands who point out to you one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you.