THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 9, Issue 50, 8 March 1946, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Well, here we are bright and smiling once again after quite a long lapse. Yes sailors, now I come to think of it, there hasn’t been a P.T.W. column since last Tuesday, and it was all on account of the A. and P. Show. It’s perhaps a good job it only comes once a year, as it has certainly seemed to upset things this time. I’ve quite a lot of news for you this week. In the first place, McDougall has gone for a long sea voyage, Desmond (the friend who left parrot Butch, with me) returned the other day, and set off for a cruise in the little boat he bought in Auckland, and McDougall badly wanted to go with him. On the other hand, Butch didn’t want to leave Whale Island, and said so in no uncertain terms (Butch

can talk very well you know, but I’m afraid he swears a bit too). I thought the matter over and decided that travel would probably broaden McDougall’s view, and that it would be good for him to go on a cruise. The result is, that by this time McDougall is goodness knows how many miles away leading a life on the ocean wave with Desmond, whilst Butch is comfortably installed on a special perch of his own in a corner of the cave. Butinsky and Peterkin get on very well with Butch, except when he starts calling them names, and moreover, it is very satisfactory* for me too. You see sailors, Butch seems to be able to understand what the other pets mean in their own animal language, or whatever it is, and can translate for me. He’s certainly handy to have about the place. (By the way, when I’d finished writing this, .1 read it to him, and asked him what he thought of it. He asked me why I didn’t learn to write ! I’m not going to read him any more). Well sailors, it’s time to continue with the rest of the column. Cheerio till next week. P.T.W.

LAST WEEK’S COMPETITION The entries for the competitions don’t seem to be half as large as they were last year sailors, but still, they’re getting better, and once you get back into your stride properly, I suppose they will come flooding in so fast that I won’t be able to cope with them. Tickets for last week’s competition, Wordmaking, go to Patricia Wells Pamela Scott.

Congratulations sailors. Collect your tickets from the Beacon Office. P.T.W.

FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY

for fhe Goodwill Cruise

f>ETER THE WHALER tyf WHALE .ISLAND

NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION Righto sailors, now here’s a competition for competitions. Copy out or make up any competitions you can think of, or you would like to have in the page, and forward them in, making sure that they arrive by mid-day next Wednesday. Judging will be on a basis of neatness, originality and suitability. Go ahead sailors, and there’s free tickets for the sailors who send in the best entries. P.T.W. CERTIFICATES By this time all those sailors who

were awaiting certificates should have received them. I posted them all out last week, and trust they arrived safely. P.T.W. POINTS CONTRIBUTIONS Don’t forget the points you get for contributions sailors. For the benefit of new members of the crew, here is the idea: For every joke, piece of

poetry, competition, or paragraph you send in to P.T.W., and which is printed, you receive a certain number of points. When you have attained ten points, you are awarded a free picture ticket. Some of you sailors, I notice, are only one or two points off a ticket. One more contriution will probably give you a ticket, so see what you can do about it. P.T.W. RIDDLES What makes a road broad?—The letter B. What American has the largest family?—Washington the “Father of his country.” In what month do women talk least?—February (the shortest month). Which was the largest island before Australia was discovered?— Australia. Which is the largest riddle?—The riddle of life, because we all have to give it up. Audrey Bathe. |Three points go to you Audrey for the above riddles. They are all very good. P.T.W.) SPRING I like the Daffodils so gay, And pretty Birds at play;

I like the Poppies, nice bright shades, And Daisies and violets that grow in the glades. Wonderful things come in Spring. Original. Valerie Lin wood.

(Good work Valerie. This contribution is worth three points to you. P.T.W.)