THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 3, Issue 277, 28 February 1941, Page 7

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Here we are with our furs on an.) starting on our track to the wild Yukon trail. We have climbed INK. McKinlay, and are all feeling as lit as fiddles andi ready for anything. Now what I want to know, who can manage a dog team. I have hired ! ?four, one to drag the provisions, the other the spare clothing, the "Other the oil and firewood and the last to take the smaller members of the crew who cannot walk. I will ■•"call for volunteers, right; Charlie Armer., Jeanette lan McKenzie and Sylvia.jßNis. All ready! Well mush, mush, nStlsh! Off we go • and I will show you the cabins of the Indians, and the log huts: of the trappers as Ave pass. The trail leads to the great mountains you can see • -on our left. Way up V* the heart of this frozen country they found the 'first traces of gold, 75 years ago. Later there was a great rush to get there. All were keen to make fc|£ ' tunes, but alas, on this! very trail "hundreds and thousands perished in the snow and ice. But there were who made their fortunes just "the same, and in all countries of the world to-day there are families who "were made rich by the early days of the Klondyke Bush. Well here we are on thei first working level of an old mine. It is deserted now but, ■you can see from the size of the buildings and crushing plant what a lot of money must have been spent oil it. Not a sound —only the wind cold and chill blowing over the roof iron. In this hundreds of men ■worked.' and I that over five million pounds worth of gold ■were taken out. But it is worked •out now, and stands lonely and deserted . Let's go on to the next. mine. It too stands in the next valley forlorn and empty. It's rather sad and depressing, isn't it?

RIDDLE POT Why is the first chick of a brood like the foremast? Because it is in front of the main liatch. Why is the sun like a man about townBoth turn night into day. What Scotsmen are fond of aerojplanes? Ayr-men. What fruit was found in the Ark? Preserved pairs. Why is a cokl in thei head good for a proud man? Because it very soon brings him to his sneeze (his knees). What firearm does the world imitate? A revolver. When is a silver cup liable to run ; away? When it is chasad. When is a great idea like a clock? Directly, it. strikes one. What business never makes progress? A stationary one. Why is the letter F like a banann skin? Both make all fall. I'n what colour should friendship ibe maintained? In violet (inviolate). Why is a boy learning lessons like •a man looking after cattle? One is stockinsfcftiis mind and the other is minding^ps'Stock. What is the difference between a frightened boys and a shipwrecked sailor? One clings to his mother, and th'.' .other to his spar. TICK-TOCK ORIGINAL VER.SE _A tiny clock snt on a shelf, Ticking a tune to its tiny self, "Look at me everyone," it said, "Cease yoiir playing and go to bed/' Its hands were pointing right on eight, "Bedtime," it ticked, "Its very Int.;" Esther Biddle.

[Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise the whaler g/WHALE ISLAND

NEXT WEEK'S COMPETITION! POPULATION OF WHAKATANE COUNTY Can any one fell me the population of the Whakatane County. I want tha answers in ligures representing the. Maoris and the Pakehas. Now you young seamen and sea-las-sies, go to it and fossick round. Tell me the number you discover and if it is correct I will award the first three right rnswers, free picture tickets with my best compliments. Send your answers into Peter the Whaler, who is really a Good Sailor, so don't believe all that friend •Jeanette has to say. i 1 HISTORY OF A FLAGSTAFF One of the most interesting of the world's flags is that of the Kingdom of Iraq, which was formed after the World War out of the former Turkish Provinces of Mosul, Baghdad and Basra. The flag has four colours, and, although by no means certain, it seems probable that the green stands for the Fatemids, the white for the Omeyyads and the black for the Abbasids —the three families of Arabian Caliphs, of whom we read { 4 "The Arabian Nights." Tiie fourth colour, red, which is nearest the pole, is for the Royal family, the Hashemites, the two white stars standing for the Arabs and the Kurds. These stars also appear in tho Arms of the country, which ar.> full of interest, showing a round picture of the sky and the desert, and on a white range of mountains the familiar pole of an oil Avell reminding one of the source of Iraq's wealth.

Two rivers are also visible in the Anns—the Tigris and the Euphrates —which arc shown meeting to form a single mouth at the top of the Persian Gulf. Supporting this picture is an Arab horse and a Babylonian lion.

The flag and Arms of this Arab mandated kingdom together give) a clear picture ol the land that has been called the Cradle of Civilisation.

BARNEY THE HORSE The old horse Barney out at grass -Tosses his head to the winVls that pass. Dear old Barney so faithful and true Friend of the master and children too. - , He works in the cart,, with the plough and the hay, And right from the! start works hard all day. TO-DAY'S FUN He Evidently Knew Teacher (sharply): Johnnie, you must bring a written excuse for being absent yesterday, from the head of your family'. Johnnie: She's away on a fortnight's holiday at Blackpool, ma'am; shall I bring one from my father? * • » • Be Prepared Scout: What on earth have you woken us up at this time for? It's only half-past three! Camp Cook: Well, I've heard that a thunderstorm turns milk, and as there is one on now 1 thought we might as well have our breakfast while the milk is fresh! 9 • • • New Champion . . Prize-fighter (to schoolmaster) : You gave my boy a thrashing, I 'ear? Schoolmaster (nervously): Well, er-ves-or-perhaps, I er— Prizefighter: Give us ye*r 'and yer a champ. I can do nothin' with 'im. ODDS AND ENDS Stitches for Suits Whether by machine or hand, it takes more than 74,000 stitches to make a suit of clothes for a man of average size.

LAST WEEK'S COMPETITION epitaphs Good entries, yes quite good. Had mi aw J'ill job to determine the winners. Here they are:— Brian Chalmers. Poor John Scott lies buried here, Although he was both, hale and stout. Death stretched him on a bitter bier. In another world he hops about. Janette McLeod. Here lies the body of Peter the Whaler (how nice!) Who thought himself a very good sailor, When up came a squall, and down went the yawl. And that was the end of Peter the Whaler. (No flowers by request). Charlie Armer. Now I lay me down to sleep, Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust. St Peter, he won't let me in— So Satan must! Len Clark. Beneath this stone, a lump of clay Lies Uncle Willir-m Dan'l. Who early in the month of May, Took off his winter flannel. Collect your free picture pickets' at the Beacon. P.T.W. FIVE LITTLE WHITE CALVES Five little white calves lie On a very green pasture—• Bright green from the late autumn rains— The brook "That zig-zags its way through the grass Is fringed with very white ice; Sharp cut against the sprawling snake-rail fence, Stands a black haw tree Twisted—Japanesque— The sky is grotto blue With millions of tiny pink puffs, And gay streamers of primrose and lilac— Nothing is muted— Nothing is blurred— Nothing is real—■ In December, I saw Five little very white calves lie On a very green pasture.