THE “GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 9, Issue 98, 12 July 1946, Page 6

THE “GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

=- & PETER THE WHALER (/WHALE ISLAND

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Well, I almost lost a parrot this week. Yes, that’s correct, Butch came ery near indeed to joining the dear departed. It was rather interesting from our point of view, although Butch has been rating me ever since ibout my extreme carelessness and disregard for his valuable life. It happened this way. On Monday, I decided to take the pets fishing. We packed up our lunch and off we set, md finally settled down on some rocks where I baited up and after throwing out my line, waited for a dne fat schnapper to bite. This fishng business, is quite a treat you know sailors, and the pets and I lave our own special way of doing t. Whenever we decide the weather and the tide are suitable, we set off to catch our tea. Now we don’t all fish with lines in the usual manner. 3 use two lines and endeavour to catch fish in the normal way. PeterKin meantime, prowls round the shallower parts, and tries to catch bully cods and crabs. Butinsky doesn’t really care whether any of us catch any fish or not, and spends nost of the time hunting for a soft spot where he .can take a nap. (He •eally only comes with us to share n the lunch). Butch, however, has he queerest idea of fishing that I’ve lever come across. He waits until we all get settled down, and then he starts to sing, in the hope that he will attract the fish to the surface, md finally make them jump ashore. He has never done this yet, although he declares it is only because the Bay of Plenty fish do not appreciate excellent singing. (His voice is really very cracked and throaty, and not only scares- the fish away, but all he seagulls and everything else as well). Anyway, Butch was squatting on a low rock with his tail dabbling in the water, and crooning av/ay (in between times offering me a lot of bad advice) when suddenly a huge tentacle slid up out of the water and grasped him firmly round the neck. Butch’s song ended in a sudden gasp of surprise, and he started scratching away at the tentacle hoping to nake the octapus let go. I suddeny noticed his predicament, and fortunately was able to cut him free with my knife, although I was only just m time. If I had been a few seconds later, Butch would have been dragged down to supply a meal for the octapus. (I am afraid he .would have been a very tough meal, though). Well sailors, I had better continue with the rest of the column. Cheerio for this week. P.T.W.

RIDDLES What is the difference between a school and a car?—One breaks up and the other breaks down. When is a gander not a gander? —When its proper-gander (propaganda). THE DONKEY Out in the paddock we have a grey donkey, And everything he does is just like a monkey, He doesn’t climb trees, But he canters about, And frightens the bees, Which are always about. Original—Patricia Wells. (Three points to you for this poem Patricia. P.T.W.) JOKES A corpulent- teacher was giving a lesson to a class of small children on the canary. Teacher: “Can any boy tell me what a canary can do and I can’t? Sharp Boy: “Please, miss, take a bath in a saucer.” xx x x Scotsman (to groom at riding school): “How much to hire a horse?” Groom: “How long?” “The longest you have. There’s four of us.” # (Copied), xx x x “You say there is a collector at the door? Did you tell him i was out?” “Yes Sir, but he didn’t believe me.” “Well, I s’pose I will have to go and tell him myself.” (Copied).

for Young readers only Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise

MORE JOKES Teacher to Little Boy: “Write me a story about income- tax.” The little boy wrote: “I had a little dog called tax and I opened, the door and in come tax.” xx x x Mr Glow-Worm: “I never want to see you again, Margaret.” Mrs Glow-Worm: “Alright then you glow your way and I’ll glow mine.” xx x x Editor: “Your story would be alright if it were 200 words shorter.” Writer: “But Sir, it’s only 200 words long.” Editor: “That’s right.” XX X X Donovan: “Oh! Gee Pat, your tyre’s flat.” Pat: “That’s alright, it’s only flat on the bottom. xx x x This hurts me more than it hurts you my boy, said the master as he began to cane an erring young scholar. Are you sure Sir, said the boy. Definitely said the master, Then give me half a dozen more. (Paul Simpson (2) and Jeanette Cooper (4) win points for these contributions. P.T.W.) V LAST WEEK’S COMPETITION Well well, although the entries to last week’s competition were not very numerous, the few who did try it forwarded really good effoitfs. Prize winners are as under:— Beverley Murray There was an old man from Peru, Who dreamt he was eating his shoe, He awoke in the night, With a terrible fright, And found it was perfectly true.” (I know that’s a copied one Beverey, but it’s a good one nevertheless). Jeanette Cooper There was once a young boy in a choir, Whose voice went up hoir and hoir, Til at practice one night, it went right out of sight, And was found the next day in the spoir. Jack Fabish There was an old man called Deakin, Who home from the fish shop was sneakin’, He carried with care* A schnapper so rare, Wrapped up in a piece of old ‘Beacon.’ NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION PAINT NEDDY Recognise Neddy? I think some of you may have seen him before (and some will probably have painted him before), there are a large number of new sailors who are meeting him for the first time. Anyway sailors, out with the old paint box or crayons, and see if you can make him look really bright. Free tickets go to the four best entries P.T.W.