THE “GOOD ENDEAVOUR” LEAGUE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 36, 11 October 1946, Page 6

THE “GOOD ENDEAVOUR” LEAGUE

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Certainly seems as if the summer weather is coming doesn’t it? We’ve had some quite hot days this week. The pets and I have quite recovered from our dousing in the tide last week, and I have started to draw up plans for a new boat to take the place of Monty, the dinghy, which was lost. This time, I am going' to build a larger boat after the style of a lugger with a small cabin and fo’c’s’l, so that if we want to go anywhere, we will have a boat large enough to do so. I should be able to slip across to the mainland more often too. Butch is putting plenty of ideas into the drawing up of the plans. He has told me about fifty times not to forget the galley where

I can cook him a hot meal whenever he feels hungry, nor a comfortable box in the after cabin by my bunk where he can sleep whenever he feels tired. He seems to have the impression that I am building a luxury yacht especially for him. Anyway, as the plans proceed, I will have a much better idea of what the lugger is going to look like, but at the moment, it seems as if it will be a trim little craft. I suppose you may think it strange that I am drawing up the plans before I know what the boat will be like. Actually it is not strange, as I know that if I just go ahead and plan it my own way, Butch will be telling me for ever just how many improvements he could have made. Sometimes he does accidentally get a good idea so by working on the drawings together, we should be able to lay out something good. Butch, of course, has the idea that he is drawing up the plans, and that I am helping. Well sailors, there’s the rest of the column to write, so I’d better say cheerio until next week, P.T.W.

NEXT WEEK’S COMPETITION

COMPLETE THESE SAYINGS

Here’s a competition that should appeal to you. Below are printed ten common sayings which you use every -day without thinking' about them. The first part of the saying is given, and the last part left out. The first for instance is “As good as Gold.” Now then sailors, go ahead and see if you can make out a totally correct entry. 1. As good as 2. As safe as 3. As black as 4. As sure as ... . 5. As white as 6. As green as 7. As hungry as '. . . . 8. As pretty as 9. As straight as 10. As crooked as LAST WEEK’S COMPETITION DRAWING WHALE ISLAND Bravo sailors, well done. I received a number of entries to last week’s competition, and they were all so well done that I had a mighty hard job to decide the winners. The tickets this week go to:— Sally Herdman Shirley Cooper Jeanette Cooper. Pat Winters Congratulations shipmates, you may collect your tickets from the Beacon Office with my best compliments. P.T.W.

RIDDLES Why are photographers strong men?—Because they are always developing. Why have laundrymen very forgiving natures?—Because the more cuffs you give them the more they do for you. The first I hope you are, the second I see you are, and the whole you will always be?—A wel-come. When does a visitor present you with a branch of a tree?—When he gives you a bough (bow) and leaves. What letters would you rathei have than any others? —Y Z (wise head). What tree did the sheep say when they were clipped?—(You clipped us) Eucalyptus. What letters would startle a burglar?—l.C.U. (I see you). (Four points to Jocelyn Wylde for these riddles. P.T.W.) AS SAILS TO A SHIP Have you ever heard the legend which tells of an old man who was in the habit of travelling from place

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Aboard for the Goodwill Cruise

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to place with one sack hanging behind his back and another in front of him? In the one behind him he tossed all the kind deeds of his friends, where they were quite hidden from view, and soon forgot all about them. In the other hanging around his neck the old man put all the sins which the people he knew committed; these he was in the habit of turning over and looking at as he walked along. • One day, to his surprise, he met a man who also wore two sacks, one in front and another behind. Going up to the younger man, he said: “What have you here, my friend?” as he gave the sack in front a good poke. “Why, my good deeds,” answered^

the man. “I keep what I call mistakes in the other.”

“It seems to me that your sack of mistakes is fuller than the other,” said the old man.

The younger man frowned. An angry reply was on his lips when happily, a third traveller —also carrying two sacks—overtook them. The first two men at once pounced upon the stranger. “What do you carry in your sacks?” cried one. “Let’s see your goods,” said the other.

“This sack,” said he, pointing to the one in front of him, “is full of the good deeds of others.” “Your sack appears to be nearly touching the ground. It must be a heavy weight to carry,” observed the old man.

“There you are mistaken,” replied the stranger. “The weight is only such as sails are to a ship, or as wings are to a bird. It helps me onward.”

“Well, the sack behind can be of little good to you,” said the second man, “for, it appears to be empty, and I see it has a great hole in the bottom of it.”

“Ah, I did that on purpose,” said the stranger, “for all the evil I hear of people I put in there, and it. falls through and is lost. So you see I have no weight to drag me back.” TIME TO GET UP Deep down in the ground some seeds were sleeping soundly. They were very warm, tucked up in their little brown coats. Just after they had gone to bed, leaves had fluttered down and made themselves into a pretty coloured quilt. Later the cold winds and snow had come. The snow had made a very warm blanket like wool. Many weeks had passed and the snow had melted away; the sun had begun to shine with warmth again. Finally the little seeds woke up. First they were very lazy and went back for a few more winks. One little seed poked his head out of his brown coat and saw some of his friends also looking about. He said, “What time do you suppose it can be?” Another seed answered, “I know it is time to get up. I feel' like stretching myself.” So all the seeds began stretching and stretching. They pushed their feet down and down until they became strong roots in the ground. One bright day the seed had stretched itself up into the sunlight. With surprise it looked all around. A warm sunbeam bathed its head. Some birds sang a merry welcome, and other green heads were poking through the soil, also, peeking at the earth. “Why,” said one seed to another, “we are in a garden.” And they nodded gaily to each other in the warm sunshine. In a fe\y days the little green heads stretched up and became stalks, then buds and leaves appeared on them. “Now',” said the seed, “I think it is time to adorn myself with flowers.” It really was not a seed any longer, but a tall, sturdy plant. Not many days after that, tiny buds came between the leaves and soon opened into beautiful, fragrant ftow'ers.