THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 4, Issue 131, 18 July 1941, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

'iS'Y u ~ PETER THE WHALER N of WHALE ISLAND |

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Here we are again, once more bounding over the main, racing the porpoises, and leading the gulls. We have sailed from good old Whal.atane and arc now standing off the main lagoon on the Chatham Islands. Well, as you all know these Islands were discovered by our famous Captain Cook, who named them after the Earl of Chatham, England's great Prime Minister. The main Island rises green and steep from the sea, but there are only a few inhabitants, owing to the bleak climate. The Islands are governed from our own New Zealand Parliament, and you can see that the main buildings comprise the government offices. Most of the people here are engaged in sheep farming and use the little town just to do their shopping and have a little neighbourly gossip. In the summer I understand' that the climate is bracing and very healthy. It'is a wonder to hie why more people from our own country don't visit the .Chatham®. Some of the seascape scenes are very beautiful. Of course as you know the Islands were well known to the Maoris who used to visit them regularly in their long war canoes. It was to these islands the last of the Morioris fled when the fiercer Maoris invaded New Zealand. Yes, 3'ou can still see the earthworks and forts thrown tip by these interesting people who first owned and inhabited our land, in 1905 the last of the race died, leaving these fortifications to mark their presence. Last, time I was here, abr>u> 20' years ago, they showed me the hut in which 'Old Happy,' as he was known lived and died, but I see that if too has been pulled down. A. pi*y! Well let's look along the coast and see the neat little 1 bays that fringe the entrance to the great lagoon which seems to eat into half the Island itself. Next week I think we will push on t<f the Kermiwlecs, the Auckland and perhaps the Campbell Islands. Pretty cold there, but we will weather it. We're tough, aren't Ave. Till then, all the very best. Your old friend Peter the Whaler.

OUR STORY SPOT'S ADVENTURE Loss of pride is a terrible thing, especially if that pride is knocked cut of you bj- a cow. So thought Spot, the dog at the farm. Spot wfis a fox-terrier dog, with a cheeky smart little face. Mischief was his work every day of his life. He, would chase the ducks and hens around the farm till they fell over from exhaustion. He could even frighten the calves and young horses, which made him swell with pride, and think, "What a wonderful dog I am, to be sure." This had been going on for a long time, when one of the mother cows objected. She called a meeting of the cows of the farm to ask them to help her think of some way lo scare that Spot, "You know," she said, "that impudent dog is so quick, and my legs are not so strong as they were once, So that I cannot catch him." "Oh, that's all right," says a young cow, "jusit wait till next time. I'll fix him." While they were debating there was a terrible' ma-ma-ing and a scampering across the field. "There's that terrible dog," says one old mother." "Let us all make a rush," says the young cow, and off they go. Spot is enjoying himself so much with the calves that he does not see any danger awaiting him. Swish! Before he is aware of it, he isi up in the air and down on the ground again with a thud. He doe> not stop to think. He takes to his heels and almost flies for the nexi paddock, the cows chasing him the while. At last he is safe in the field, breathing a sigh of relief, when "horror of horrors," there is th? neighbour's bull coming straight for him. Spot is off again* in a trice., running as fast as his: now tired legs will let him. He reached the fence and rolled under just in time to hear the bull give a snort, then stop. lie lay there some time under !hc fence, and in the cool of evening managed to get home, vowing never again would he chase any calves in the green paddcek.

''§Aboard for fhe Goodwill Cruised

THERE'LL ALWAYS BE— THERE'LL ALWAYS BE NEW ZEALAND Where Kowliai blossoms bloom, Where ratas rear their shady boughs 'Neath skies that know no gloom. THERE'LL ALWAYS BE NEW ZEALAND While liills reach to the skies. Reveal the spirit of our men. Who da ret] to do or die. The ANZAC Soul, Inspired our men of old. Heroes who gave our land a name, none dare defame. Our Motherland. We'll give a helping hand Ready to start to do our part, with all our heart. THERE'LL ALWAYS BE NEW ZEALAND While homes and hearts are free, As England is so dear to yon New Zealand is to me.

MONEY CAN'T BUY A boat for the Tide of Victory. A drink from the Milky Way. A strand from the Thread of Fortune A lifeline from the Depths of Despair. A grave for the Dead of Night. A pipe for the Mia a in the Moon. A padlock for the Gates of Heaven. A chain for the Great Bear. Material for the Lining of the Clouds A frame for thci Picture of Happiness A palette for the Pink of Health A bottle for the Essence of Humour Medic.inc for tlis Pane of Glass.

JOKE CORNER A Avoman, after listening to n 8.8.C. bulletin about a Nazi air raid> was unable to find Random on the map. Woman Castaway- Good heavens! Cannibals! Man Companion: Now, now, don't get in a stew. Wife (calling from the next room): Is baby all right, darling? Husband: As good as gold. dear. He's just playing with your complexion. PJmployer (to applicant who t produced references from three clergymen): We don't work on Sundays. Haven't you a lcference from someone who sees you on week-days? Auntie: Do you ever play with bad little boys, Willie? Willie: Yes, Auntie. Auntie: I am surprised. Why don't you play with good little boys? Willie: Their mothers won't let me Why is dinner not ready, Bridget? Didn't I tell you to cook it in the gas. stove? Yes, mum, but the gas stove went out. Why didn't j'ou light it again? I couldn't mum. It went through the roof.

Daddy: Where are you going? Billy: Oh, just for a stroll. Daddy: Then stroll about the lawn and take the mower Avith you. Leo: I say, do you know what Indians do with banana skins? Berty: No, do tell me. Leo: Why, then throw them away!

RIDDLE POT What flower is found at the Zoo' —The tiger-lily.' What smart wild animal is found in English meadows? —Dandy lions. When is a pie like a famous school?— When it's Eton. Why is a bottle like a -burglary? —Because: there is B in both. What letter in the alphabet is used in making shoes?— The last. What has neither an end nor a beginning?—A ring. Why did the inkstand?—Becausc it saw the paper-weight.

LAST WEEK'S COMPETITION THE CHINESE PUZZLE Well eight of you at any rate wolild get along alright in China, for there were twelve correct answers. That was very good for I thought you would have to ge,t your thinking caps on properly. Here is the answer: Oh what an ass I am! And' 1 really began to feel one when my smart crew r started sending in all Hie right answers. Well the winners are again judged on neatness as, well and are John Taylor Ruth Dickson: Stella Hunter Elaine Clark Donald McKenzie. The extra prizes are becausc I got too much of a headache to judge "any further. P.T.W. NEXT WEEK'S COMPETITION TEST YOUR HISTORY What great man was associated with the following battles in British history. j 1. The Battle of Hastings. 2. The Battle of Crecy. 3. Tile Battle of Ramilles. i 4. The Battle of Waterloo. 5. The Battle of Quebec. 6. The Battle of Trafalgar. 7. The Battle of the Armada. 8. The Battle of Dunbar. 9. The Battle of Culloden. 10. The Battle of Gate Pah., 11. The Battle of Jutland. 12. The Battle of"Crete. Don't forget, free picture tickets to the three first correct answers with Peter's best compliments.