THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 12, 16 August 1946, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

, PETER THE WHALER of WHALE JSLAND

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Well, it’s been strange kind of weather this week, hasn’t it. The weather man doesn’t seem to know whether to make it fine or wet, and he keeps changing his mind all the time. By the way, the hair restorer worked perfectly on Butch, and he now has all his feathers back again, and doesn’t he look just splendid! But do you know sailors, that whereas before he was an entirely green parrot, now he has quite a few red feathers as well, and has a little bunch of blue ones under his throat. They really look quite snappy, and he is very proud of them. In fact, he’s done nothing all week but preen them, and he keeps showing them off, particularly to Peterkin, who, as you know, is plain black and white. But Peterkin doesn’t seem to mind and is quite happy to be just plain black and white. Butch and I are on quite good terms again, and he keeps talking to me just as he used to; (it was quite a pleasant change when he wasn’t talking though). Well sailors; I had better conclude my note and continue with the rest of the page. Cheerio for now. P.T.W. NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION Yo-ho sailors, here’s another True or False Quiz, which you all seem to be very keen on. Answer True or False to the following questions, and send your entry in to P.T.W. c/o Beacon Office. 1. Although a shark lives in the sea, it has warm blood. 2. The ship Queen Mary, was sunk during the war. 3. There are forty-eight States in the United States., 4. A polygamist is a figure with five sides. 5. ‘Fore’ is one of the expressions heard on a golf course. 6. A Queen bee cannot sting. 7. The capital of Westland is Greymouth. 8. Walnuts grow on small bushes which are set against walls. 9. The earth is not flat, but perfectly round. 10. A harpoon is a type of spear.

LAST WEEK’S COMPETITION MAKING WORDS By Neptune’s tonsils sailors, I don’t think I’ll run another competition like last week’s again in a hurry. Do you know that it took me two days to sort out all the entries, open the envelopes, check through the words, and then find out who had the most. Scuttle my boots, I never knew that so many different words could be made out of the letters in just one word. This week’s ticket winners are as follows: Joycelyn Wylde (483 words) Julia Morice (479 words) Colleen Boon (450 words) Pauline Cradwick (332 words) Charlie Peters (317 words) Dennis Thompson (Special Prize Ticket). There you are sailors, there are the winners, and from the number of words each found, I should say that the family dictionary received more use during the past week than it has received for years. The above sailors may collect their tickets from the Beacon Office with my best compliments. P.T.W. MY MAIL BOX

Dear P.T.W., I wish to join your Good Endeavour League. I am ten years old, and am in Standard 4. I enclose 3d in stamps. Yours faithfully, Michael Jackson. (Step aboard Michael, glad to have you sailing with us. Your certificate will be forwarded. P.T.W.) Pauline Cradwick: Many happy returns for your fifteenth birthday Pauline. We are certainly sorry to lose you from the Good Endeavour, as you have been a constant contributor, but we all join in wishing you the best of luck and happiness for the future years. P.T.W. (By the way, your jokes bring you the three extra points needed to win a free ticket. You may collect it whenever you wish. P.T.W.) Jocelyn Wylde: Yes Jocelyn, you certainly can send in competitions if you wish, and if they are printed, you will receive points for them.

FOR YOUNG READERS ONLY Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise

WHAT A COW Ron: “Look at the bunch of cows.’’ Don: “Not bunch, herd.” Ron: “Heard what?” Don: “Herd of cows.” Ron: “Sure I heard of cows.” Don: “I mean a cow herd.” Ron: “What do I care if a cow heard. It shouldn’t have.” COME, COME Builder’s Foreman; “Excuse me, but are you the Mrs Singhi. “Yes I was singing. Why?” Builder’s Foreman: “Might I askyou not to hold on to that note so long. My men have knocked off twice already mistaken it for the dinner whistle.” QUITE TRUE “Your father is a shoemaker, yet your shoes want mending,” said one small boy to another. “Well,” was the reply, “your fathre is a dentist, yet your baby brother hasn’t any teeth.” Yours sincerely, Judith Radcliffe. (Three points to Judy for these jokes. P.T.W.) BLINKER’S LONG TAIL Blinker was a china dog who stood on Grandma’s mantel. When Joan went to see Grandma she just touched his head and tail .and, as they were on springs, the head would keep nodding and the tail wagging for quite a long time. And all the while Blinker’s eyes would blink, too. That was why that name had been given to him. One day Joan had Blinker on the table beside her when Smut, the big black cat, jumped up to say “How do you do?” Joan was afraid that Smut would knock Blinker over, so she grabbed Blinker’s tail and tried to pull him out of danger. To her dismay, his tail stretched and stretched, until only a long piece of wire straggled over the table.

Grandma had taken Mother upstairs to see the new curtains, What would they say when they ' came back?

The door opened just then, and in came Uncle Jim. Joan looked around hopefully. Uncle Jim was very clever. Perhaps he could put Blinker’s tail to rights. He had often mended her toys. Joan pointed to the long tail. “Please put it right if you can,” she begged. Uncle Jim rubbed his hair all ways at once.

“A bit of a puzzle,” he said, “but I might be able to find a new spring in my odds-and-ends box.” “Can’t you do it quickly?” asked Joan. Grandma and Mother were on the landing now. They would be downstairs soon.

Uncle Jim’s face brightened. He picked up the knitting needle which Mother had laid down.

“I believe this will do the trick,” he said, and carefully he began to coil the wire around the needle.

Blinker got turned over so many times that Joan felt sorry for him and hoped that he was not feeling dizzy. But Uncle Jim set Blinker down just at the very moment, that Mother and Grandma opened the door.

His tail might have been a tiny bit longer than before, but it looked all right. Blinker nodded and blinked, and Joan and Uncle Jim smiled at each other.