THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 2, Issue 249, 13 December 1940, Page 3

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. You are now travelling oh the. Canadian Pacific Railway through the far-famed Rocky Mountains. We have passed through Calgary and the guaint Kicking Horse Pass and arc now well into some of the most beautiful mountain scenery in the world. Before us stretch range upon range of snow-mantled peaks with the great pinnaelp of Mount Hooker in the distance to the north.. Way down in the valleys are patches o! green pincwoods. In the snow they look like tiny Christmas trees, but actually if you 'were closer they would .resemble the giant seqiuoa they really are. In the main gorges you can see if you lean out of thp windows the swirling waters of wild flowing mountain rivers which have tlieir sources in lakes Quesncl and Francois. They are full of trout and salmon and In the season many Indians and woodsmen live well by catching and drying them.. We will have to Avait till we get to the coast to see the great Salmon Canning factories which have made British Columbia so famous. Noav we swing down a great decline to a wide deep valley. This is the pass which separates the Rockies proper from the. range known as the Coast Range. We are climbing the new range now and will soon be lost in the miles and miles- of snow sheds, the wooden constructions built over the line to protect it from the falling drifts from the mountains. Beyond this range lies the Island of Vancouver and that will be our next port of call. It is a very beautiful city and we should be able to pick up the S.S, Good Endeavour there next week. Till then all good wishes from your old friend Peter the Whaler.

OUR STORY NO WASTE OF TIME A group of young people taking an afternoon sail on a small inland lake, found themselves completely becalmed. For a time they floated, admiring the beautiful sunset, but making -no progress towards the shore. A cloud to the north, shaped like an iceberg, and reflecting the rich pink of the sunset, was the only warning' that this calm might not continue. It was a "thunderhead." Still about two and a half miles from shore, they waited- for the evening breeze that usually follows the sunset. One of their number suggested that they paddle—but paddling a sailboat is slow work. "Let's not, " said someone, "We can wait for the breeze. . VVe won't make much progress, •anyhow."' It w r as decided, however, to take turns paddling. In this way an hour passed, but only a mile of the distance was traversed. Then there was a long low ripple, and the sails filled with air. "We could have come that mile we paddled In ten minutes, with this Ayind," said the one who had objected to paddling. "It was a Avaste of time."' Suddenly, on the darkened waters vvliitecaps appeared. They barely made fast to the buoy and got into the dinghy when the lake Avas tossed by a A'iolen t storm and a howling Avind. Ten minutes later —the time saved by patient paddling—it would have been most difficult to make the buoy. They heaved a sigh of relief to think that they had spent that hour in steady; paddling toAvard shore. "There is a lesson in this,'' said one later. "Often, Avhen aa*c are apparently becalmed, in a business AA r ay or otherwise, the small effort-': seem too much. Wo are too prone, to sit back and Avait for a strong Avind to help us on our Avay. If Ave only kneAV that the small, patient 'effort'is sometimes invaluable!"

FOR YOUNG READERS OKI Ml A board for the Goodwiii Cru

L PETER THE WHALER of WHALE ISLAND

NEXT WEEK'S COMPETITION SOMETHING ABOUT CHRISTMAS Here we Imve a real Christmas Tree. Write in and tell Peter the Whaler what you want for Christmas and the reason why. Not only will he then ask Santa to let you have it but the best lour answers will receive free picture tickets. THE OLD BRIGADE A quarter of a century ago there were seven boys in the sarnie form at school. They were good friends, went everywhere together, and called themselves the Old Brigade. Their friendship cu'hvted their school days; and though, as the years went on, they became separated, there were chance meetings now and then. One day the Seventh Man found himself out of work. The firm he had been with for many years closed down. Month after month he lived on his savings, always trying to find another post, always failing. Proud as ho was, he purposely kept out of the way of his friends.

But one of them found him at last and insisted on knowing what liadh appened. Then ho sent an S.O S. to the Old Brigade, and, in spite of the Seventh Man's pride., the other six insisted on buying him a little lousiness and, giving him a fine send-oil'. When will their glory fade? Forward. the Old Brigade.

LAST WEEK'S COMPETITION FINDING THE LAST LINE Now I find that there are lots .of humorists in my crew. I had many a good laugh in reading your responses to the competition and though there were only eight answers I had a terrible job in finding the winners. The verse was: There was a young fellow named Paul Who went to the fancy dress ball He thought he would risk it And go as a biscuit Here are the winners and their answers: — Donald McKenzie: His prize—'The Dead March in Saul;' Pauline Stewart: 'But a dog chased him out of the hall.' Cecily Sullivan: 'So now there's no fellow at all.' Charlie Armer: 'But he crumbled to nothing at all/ ' Congratulations to you all, your free tickets await you at the 'Beacon' Off-ice • VERSE CORNER THE PICTURE! There is a little garden All filled with flowers, gay, Then a smooth green meadow That stretches far away. A range of hills beyond it, And now a sky of blue. And when the picture's finished, I'm giving it to you. THE MAID As I was walking down the lane. I met a maiden fairI asked her: "Pray Avli.at is your name?" But she just tossed her hair. MY DREAM I dreamt we went asailing Upon the dark green sea, In the S.S. Good Endeavour Just you and me. We sat upon the shiny deck And stared far out to sea, And what did we see? wc saw A bomber; it was Biivjv the Bee.. He droned about the cloudless sky ' And bombed us with some peas, My ambitions ended there and then To sail the Seven Seas. . Esther Diddle. .

THANKS

Many thanks to Charlie Awmer for the stamps. I have put them away Avith the others to assist the Stray Dogs Fund.