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THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE.

PETER THE*WHALER Of WHALE JSLAND

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. And it is What Ho this week, for we’ve had the first rain for over four months. Butch (the parrot) came ambling into the cave the other day and said: “Say Pete, it’s raining.” (I’ve tried to tell him that he mustn’t call me Pete, as it’s not respectful but he doesn’t take any notice). Of course I didn’t believe him at first, as I couldn’t hear any rain, and when I had come in a few minutes before there wasn’t any. We argued about it for a bit and then Butinsky came trotting in, and

sure enough his shaggy coat was wet. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I decided to go out and look for myself. And sure enough rain was falling. Only very light rain, to be sure, but still it was rain. You should have seen the way my brussels sprouts popped their heads up, and began to look green again. By Neptune’s eyebrows, it was a sight. Butch was standing just jffrside the door of the cave, cackling away to himself, and then suddenly he said: “Yo ho Pete, you’re getting saturated.” Then I suddenly woke up to the fact that there I was standing out in the rain like a wet hen, forgetting that rain is very wet. Of course I dashed inside and changed my clothes straight away in order not to get pneumonia, but all the pets thought it was a great joke. Well sailors, I must continue with the rest of the column. Cheerio till next week. P.T.W.

STAN’S FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL

When Stan started to school that first day, he felt as if he knew all about it. Hadn’t Bob, his big brother who was already in Standard Five, told him what it would be like?

“There will be desks to sit at,” Bob had said many, many times. “But maybe because you are first graders you will also have a big table and many little chairs. You wil have books and papers and cray-

ons.” Best of all, Bob had told him about all the swings outside the school, the teeter-totters, the slide, the merry-go-round. Stan marched off to school that first day with his head high. When Miss Bryan asked them all to come and sit at the big table, Stan saw there were colour crayons and paper there. “Just like Bob said,” he thought, and gathered up as many crayons as he could hold in both his fists.

But Miss Bryan held out her hand. “Those crayons are for all the child-* ren, Stanley. You may keep these,” she picked out three. When it came time to go out to play, Stan raced for the swings. But Billy Allen reached the swing first. “Get out of there, I want to swing!” shouted Stan loudly. “Wait for your turn,” answered Billy as he swished past Stan. Stan ran to the slide. Pushing Connie Fraser aside, he started to climb up. Suddenly he felt himself firmly on the ground with a thud. He looked up. It was one of the bigger boys. “Let that teach you not to shove,” warned the boy.

The time came for school to be dismissed and Stan was eager to get out of the room and get his cap, so that he could run home. When he arrived in the cloak room, another cap was hanging on the hook which held his. In his haste Stan knocked down the other cap in trying to get his own. He did not have time to pick it up, at least he thought he did not, and he felt that the hook was his only. Freddie Ward called out just as Stan was rushing away, “My cap’s on the floor.” Stan flushed a bit. At dinner table that night he finally blurted out, ‘Bob, school wasn’t nearly as nice as you said it would be!”

Bob laughed. “The most important thing about school is that you must learn to share with others. When you learn that, school will be' the most fun ever!”

FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise

DO YOU LIKE LIMERICKS ?

A canner exceedingly canny, One morning remarked to his

granny : “A canner can can Anything that he can, But a canner can’t can a can, can he?”

As a beauty I’m not a great star, There are others more handsome by far, But my face, I don’t mind it, Because I’m behind it, It’s the people in front that I jar!

There was once an old man of Quebec Who was buried in snow to his neck. When they said: “Are you friz?” He replied: “Yes, I is, But we don’t call this cold in Quebec!”

There were once some learned M.D.s, Who captured some germs of disease And infected a train, Which, without causing pain, Allowed one to catch it with ease.

There was once an old man of Tarentum, Who gnashed at his teeth till he bent ’em, When asked for the cost Of what he had lost, Said: “I really can’t tell, for I rent ’em!”

There was an old .man who said, “Wheel I can’t multiply seven by three! Though fourteen seems plenty, It might come to twenty— I haven’t the slightest idee.”

GROWING UP Thomas, my boy, you’re a lazy old cat, All the day long sitting thinking like that. Stir yourself, Thomas! Why, when you were small, Then you did none of this thinking at all.

Played with a cotton reel, twirled round and round, Catching your tail (that could never be found!) Chased after paped I tied to a string. Why have you turned such a thought ful old thing? What are you thinking of, Thomas, all day? Try to be young again, Thomas, and play.

NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION Blast the bilges sailors, do you know I only received one entry to last week’s competition. That means that there are two whole tickets go-, ing begging, and that if another two sailors had sent in entries, whether they were good, bad or indifferent, they would have received prizes. Oh well, seeing as it seems as if you sailors don’t want tickets, I’ll have ’em myself, and go and see ‘Colonel Blimp’ twice. This week’s ticket goes to Sally Hardman. Congratulations lassie, collect your ticket from the Beacon Office. P.T.W

NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION

JUMBLED VEGETABLES Now then sailors, here’s a competition that is usually very popular, and I will be very surprised indeed if I receive no entries to it. Below is printed a list of jumbled vegetables. Sort out the names and send your entry in to P.T.W. c/o Beacon Office by mid-day on Wednesday. Free tickets go to the neatest correct ones sent in. P.T.W. 1. BBAAGEC 2. AAMRUK 3. PINRUT 4. OIONN 5. OORRTC 6. TTEEULC 7. SNRIAPP 8. HSCPAIN 9. YCREEL 10. NPIUKMP

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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 9, Issue 52, 15 March 1946, Page 6

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THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE. Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 9, Issue 52, 15 March 1946, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE. Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 9, Issue 52, 15 March 1946, Page 6

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