THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 8, Issue 49, 16 February 1945, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

PETER TOE WHALER of WHALE ISLAND

What ho what ho t ma hearties. here wc are. again at tlie end of another week and properly settied into Avork aboard the Good Endeavour again. Who do you think dropped in on me the other day ? Yes that's right. None other than Old Saltwater himself, and we. had quite a long chat. Naturally I wanted to know where lie had been and what he had been doing with himself .since the last time I had seen him (several months ago) ) so he set out to tell me what he had been doing. Apparently he was roving around when he met two of his old seafaring pals j Gus and William. The three of them j having nothing particular to do at the time decided they would set out to look for gold t and chose as their hunting ground the wild and woolly West Coast of the South Island. Accordingly they signed on the first boat going in that direction, and (doing as little work as possible), worked their passages down as far as Greymouth. much to their dismay they discovered that the ship was going to go right past the port without putting in at so one nighty just as they were passing they decided to SAvim ashore and accordingly dived overboard. After swimming and floating alternately for some 12 or 15 miles they linally reached the shore and when they had rested several days set their laces, toward what they hoped would bring them fame and fortune.

Well 1 ha.l better got on with the •f rest of the page so I will continue the. story next week. Cheerio for now. P.T.W.

JOKE CORNER "Very good ? madam." said the chemist "I'll make up the prescription • and send it with the cough mixture pills, chest protector and iron tonic. Ail woll at home. I suppose?" iw « v. The newly consolidated British lighting regulations contain the following: "No person shall during the hours of darkness, drive or conduct or cause to be led 3 driven or conducted any animal other than a fowl, dog or cat —It is a good thing to know that the favourite rooster can be taken out at night for an airing. •• « * • Overheard in the East End of London during an air raid. Little girl running to the door: " 'Enery. Do you 'ear 'Enery.! Come on in out of the war!" Visitor to prison: "What arc you in here for, my man?" Prisoner: "Driving too slowly." Visitor: "You mean too fast } don't you?" Prisoner: "No too slowly. The owner caught up with me." j While in America on a tour Mar--2 s.hal Foch was buttonholed by a noisy Westerner who declared of the ■1 French that they were too "There is nothing in it but wind f " he sneered. To which the great marshal replied, "There is nothing but wind in a tyre, but it makes ruling in a car very .smooth and pleasant." w - * f. ? With nothing to ride in ( And no chance to roam t Its not hard dccidin' j There's re place like home. j

for the Goodwill Cruise

PROVED IT TRUE "A soft answer turneth away wrath." Isn't that true? Did anyone ever

say something hateful to 3 r ou and instead of answering him with words of hate, you very gently replied without any feeling of anger? It always lakes two people to make a quarrel. So it is true, then, that if you refuse to answer someone who loses his temper with you, or just give a" soft answer" in return there can be no quarrel. And the one making the bitter remark will at once become very much ashamed. It is so easy to lose your temper and say mean things. Anybody can do that. But v it takes* a big character to guard his words. The wise man Solomon once'said: V •? 'He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit, than he that takcth a city."

HOW AMERICA WAS NAMED When Columbus discovered America the continent had no name. He thought he had reached a western part of India, so he called the islands in. the Caribbean Sea the West Indies. The name America came from Amerigo Vespucci, a traveller I'rom Florence, who visited that country a year after Columbus. The name America was not used by Columbus. LAST WEEK'S COMPETITION L think you must all be very busy starting school and getting settled down again for T. only received one entry to last week's competition. It was a very good entry though, and easiiy merits a prize. Dear Peter the Whaler, For mv holiday I went to Katikati after New Year to a poultry farm. I did not do much the first few days but on the fust Sunday I was there I went for a swim with my cousin. On the next day my cousin and I went to the Mount at Tauranga. Wo had two swims and two rides, on the donkeys. When I arrived at Katikati Minnie who is one of the dogs up there had eight little pups and my cousin and I used to play with them just about, every day. At. 4 o'clock even' night "we had to gather the eggs from about ten hen houses which held about 4(10 hens in each and then we had to wash them by hand. There is usually a machine to. wash them with but you can't get the. brushes now. It was a very good holiday and I enjoyed it very much, j (Sent in by Sonia Martin). Well done Sonia. You can collect 3 - our ticket from the Beacon Oll'ice. Remember all you sailors who are sending in answers to competitions,, the entries must have, reached the Beacon Office by mid-day on Wednesday in order to give the postman pienty of time to bring them over to me. It is but any answers which are not in in time miss, out. P.T.W. NEXT WEEK'S COMPETITION COLOUR TIILS Fur next week's competition T thought we might have one for the artists. Here you see a picture of the old year handing over to the new year (and very appropriate too). Now conic on all you artists. Out with the old paint brush or crayons and see if you can make a good job of it. Free tickets go to the three best entries. P.T.W.

"HITLER'S SOLILOQUY"

Was ere a man so treated So -cruelly betrayed And deserted in a crisis B3' those who promised aid The Viehevites and Quislings Who pledged me. their support Rat-ldke left the Nazi ship Before she left the port. That baboon Mussolini And the chattering ape Goebbeis Like lobsters in a boiling pot Are shrinking in their shells. The Generals I relied upon Are traitors to the core My hopes' for world dominion Are dashed for evermore. The news from every quarter Grows persistently worse My headquarters ofliee Is as gloomy as a hearse I spend my days in agony At night-time, when I snooze I can feel death's icey fingers Adjust the hangman's noose I can hear the Moscow salvos And the world's cry of relief When the news comes o'er the wireless — 'Exit the Nazi Chief.' H. SERGANT.