THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 27, 20 September 1946, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR" LEAGUE

at*— t*/ ~ PETER THE WHALER (vf WHALE ISLAND

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. This week I have a very novel letter for you; I had better tell you before you start reading that Butch dictated it. You will no doubt remember that I have told you how he boasts that he could write a much better letter than I. Well, here it is. The parts in brackets are the things Butch said in the meantime while I was writing what he was saying; everything is exactly how he dictated it. Here it is:— &

“What ho-ho-ho shipmates, how's everything” (that’s how you want to start a letter Pete) “I suppose you are all back at school and working hard, shiver my timbers I hate hard work, I’ve seen other people do enough hard work to last me a lifetime” (time you did some work, Pete, you’ve been doing nothing for the last 20 years) “you ought to see Peterkin right now sailors, that lazy little penguin’s doing absolutely nothing and Butinsky is doing the same. I seem to be the only one around here that ever does anything, look at me today having to write Peter the Whaler’s letters for him” (come on Pete you’re about four sentences behimd, hurry up or I’ll write it myself) “one of these days I’m going to come over to school and just see how hard you really are working” (ho-ho-ho, that’ll put the wind up ’em Pete) “Pete doesn’t like me calling him Pete, because he says it doesn’t show proper respect but scratch my tail feathers I think he’s got the story back to front, after all I’m a very clever parrot and I think he should call me Mr Butch (remember that Pete, 'call me Mister next time you speak to me, hey it’s getting cold in here, put some more wood on the fire) “well I think it’s time I knocked off although I know you sailors would rather read two columns of one of my letters than two lines of one of Peter the Whaler’s (never mind Pete, anything you want to know about’ writing letters in future just ask me, and for two lumps of sugar I’ll tell you) “well, avast there sailors I’d better heave to, so long, •I’ll write again soon your ever-lov-ing parrot Butch.” Whew, what a mess sailors. No full-stops, very bad grammar; in fact I thought more than twice before I told the Editor to print it. But there is one of Butch’s letters. As you will no doubt see, he is an extremely bad-mannered parrot, and although I am doing my best to make him respectable, I am afraid there is not much improvement yet. However, I have hopes, and if any of you sailors have any suggestions, I should be very glad to hear them. Cheerio for this week. P.T.W.

LAST WEEK’S COMPETITION T’ TELEGRAMS Telegrams, telegrams, telegrams, never in my life have I seen so many telegrams all at once; in fact I don’t think even the men who work in the Post Office handle so many at once. The response to last week’s competition sailors was terrific to say the least. I think every member of the crew must have entered. Forty-eight hours I went without sleep while I was sorting out the winners (and Butch says that I never work!) Here are this week’s lucky sailors and their telegrams:— , Pauline Davies To Tommy Tucker, Ten Torrie’s Terrace, Tirau. Tell Trixy Travers to take the taxi to the train today. Travel to Te Teko tonight, then to Taneatua tomorrow. Terrence Thompson. Henry Ross Te Awamutu Tom told Tilly to telephone Teddy to tell the theatre to think till Tim telegrams the ten Tiny Tots. Teddy. Colin Hammond T. Thompson, ‘Tiri’ Terrace, Takapuna. Tom taking Tauranga train three tomorrow. 3 Trevor.

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NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION Here’s a competition that should appeal to all those sailors who keep telling me they have good ideas for competitions. Next week’s competition is one for competitions; rather a tongue twister isn’t it. Sort out a good competition and send it in sailors. Three free picture tickets go to the three best entries. P.T.W. NO NAMES There are two unfortunate sailors in the crew who missed tickets this week through their own carelessness. Their entries to the competition had no names attached. Remembre sailors, that you must attach your name or I do not know to whom I must award the ticket. It always seems to be the best entries which have no name for some reason. Don’t forget in future sailors, to make certain that your name is on your entry before you seal it up in the envelope. P.T.W. SPRING The spring is really coming! One can feel it in the air. The daffodils are blooming, There are blossoms everywhere. The fresh young leaves uncurling, The sky is tender blue. I’m glad the spring time’s coming I’m glad the winter’s through. Original—Margaret Mahy. (Four points to Margaret for this poem. P.T.W.) JOKES Lady: ‘Why don’t you look around for work instead of begging?” Tramp: “I can’t ma’am. I’ve got a stiff neck.” A teacher asked her class if anyone could tell her what the royal mint was. After a short silence a small boy replied: “What the King eats with his roast lamb.” M «o «■* Mother (at the wireless set): “Keep away, Bonnie, the announcer sounds as if he has a cold.” Copied. Henry Ross. (Three points for these jokes Henry. P.T.W.) PLUM GOOD “I sent my little boy for 21bs of plums and you only sent 111 b.” “My scales are right madam. Have you weighed your little boy?” (There was no name on this contribution so I am afraid I can award no points. P.T.W.)