THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE.

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 9, Issue 81, 31 May 1946, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE.

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Weil, the mornings; gre certainly £?ttihg nippy now aren’t they? The pets are noticing it quite a lot, that is to say Butinsky and Butch are, although of course Peterkin doesn’t mind it at all. He came in yesterday morning just before breakfast dripping wet, and shook himself all over Butch who called him all sorts of names. Peterkin had been up very early and gore for a swim (Brrh!) and thought he would play a joke on Butch. Butch, however, didn’t see the funny side of it at all. I was telling you last week about how we landed in style at the Chatham Islands for the reunion dinner of the crew of the old barque ‘Fall-, ingapart,’ and how the crew greeted us on the wharf. After all the handshaking had concluded, the bearded old captain of the ‘Fallingapart,' Skipper Scupper came forward and said we might as well go straight to the dining room and carry on with the feast. Then, with a strange glint in his eye he said: “I’ve a surprise for you all.” We all cheered and set off for the dining room, where we expected to find long tables laid with all the-de-lieaeies one could wish for. Instead the tables were bard.“Ha ha, don’t look so surprised,” said Captain Scupper, “I’ve arranged for the food to be brought by special ’plane from America,” Just at that moment we heard a loud roar from overhead, and the next minute, the plane landed just .outside the door. We all sat and waited expectantly for the Chatham Island waiters to march in with plates piled high with fruit salad and ice cream. Suddenly we heard the sound of footsteps, and twelve waiters in white aprons marched in carrying large tins, and big stone jars. We all stared in wonder as they put their loads down on the table.

“Well, go ahead. Open them up,” said Captain Scupper. “This is my

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surprise.” We picked up the tinopeners lying within easy reach and opened the tins. By Neptune’s starfish studded cuff links sailors, do you know what was in them? Ship’s biscuits. Hard as nails, every one of ’em. In the stone jars, there was water. “Ho-ho-ho-ho,” laughed Captain Scupper. “I thought I’d surprise you. These are the last of the provisions I saved from the wreck of the ‘Fallingapart’ thirty-five years ago. Ho-ho-ho-ho.” The Skipper thought it was a great joke, but we didn’t think it was nearly so funny (until afterwards anyway). Just at that moment the waiters came in again with huge bowls of fruit salad and ice cream, coloured jellies, cakes, pastries and bottles and bottles of lemonade. Wow! What a party. At the end of four hours we had all eaten so much that we could hardly move. I think it must have been the best meal I have ever had in my life. Well, sailors, It’s time to continue with the rest of the page, so I’ll have to leave the last instalment till next week. Cheerio for now. P.T.W. LAST WEEK’S COMPETITION Shiver my timbers sailors, quizes seem to be popular. I was almost bowled over by the number of entries which poured in on me. I can see that we will have to have some more in the near future. But do you know sailors* but of all the entries I received (and they kept me working for over an hour) there were only three totally correct ones. The questions most of you fell down on were numbers 3 and 7. There are seven States in Australia, although most of you counted only six. Did you forget about Tasmania? And a printing machine is called a press, not a typewriter or a linotype. A printing press usually prints one or more pages at a time, whereas a typewriter prints only one let-

ter at a time. It could in a fashion be called a printing machine, but it would be the same as calling a magnifying glass a microscope. They both make small things larger, but one could never substitute a magni tying glass for a microscope. A linotype is not a printing machine. It does not print at all. It sets the type that is makes the lead type to be put on the printing press, but it does not print. These were the two questions which nearly all, with the exception of the three mentioned, answered incorrectly. (One sailor from Waiohau, who said the competition was very easy answered five of the questions wrongly). Well now, this week’s tickets go to:—

Anne Roberts Marjorie Sheat Charlie Peters. Congratulations sailors. You may collect your tickets from the Beacon Office with my best compliments. P.T.W. NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION Now here’s a competition which no one should have any trouble in doing. It’s about nursery rymes, and of course you all learnt them long ago. (I learnt them so long ago in fact that I’ve forgotten many of them). In the sentences below, the crosses represent the number of words in the first line of each nursery rhyme. The first, for instance, is ‘Dickory, dickory, dock, the mouse ran up the clock.’ Righto, go ahead, and see what sort of a fist you can make of the job. P.T.W. 1. x x x x x ran x x x. 2. x x x x x x x fiddle. 3. x x x x x x pocket full x x. 4. Baa x x x x x x wool. 5. x x x x pienfan x x x fair. 6. x x x contrary x x x x grow. 7. Wee x x x x x town, 8. Little x x sat on a x. 9. x x gander x x x wander. 10. x x x little lamb x x x x x x. MY MAIL BOX Dear P.T.W., Please may I join the Good Endeavour League and enter your competitions. I enclose 3d in stamps. Yours faithfully, Tunoa Lawson. (Step aboard sailor. Your certificate will be forwarded to you. Best of luck with the competitions. P.T.W.