THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR” LEAGUE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 11, Issue 21, 28 April 1947, Page 6

THE "GOOD ENDEAVOUR” LEAGUE

cop YOUNG READERS ONLY ard for the Goodwill Cruise PETER THE WHALER /WHALE JSLAND

What ho, what ho, ma hearties. Wei* here I am back again after a long absence. I’m back again anyway which is the main thing so once I get things sorted out properly we will be able to have a good time together like we used to. The “Good Endeavour” is looking very nice in a bright new coat of paint. Butinsky found that the new ropes were very good to chew so we have had a time fixing them all up again. We soaked all the new ones in castor oil before we put them in their places and so discouraged Mr Butinsky frofn his bad hatits. You should have seen his face when he tried them. Did you all have a good time at Easter? I lay on the beach at Whale Island most of the time and really enjoyed it. We took' a picnic lunch with us and barring the facts that Butinsky ate the serviettes and burned his beard in the campfire we had a lovely picnic. As you will see I have some jokes, riddles etc. for you all to amuse yourselves with and by the way don’t forget to get out your pens, pencils and writing pads and drop me a line will you. Cheerio until next week, P.T.W.

MY LETTER BOX Dear P.T.W., I am sending you some ridles out of Cole Funny Picture Book No. 1. 1. What is that we often return yet never borrow?—Thanks. 2. What is yours and is used by others more than yourself?—Your name. 3. What is it which smells most when„you go into a chemist’s shop? —Your nose. 4. Wljy is a nobleman like a book? —Because he has a title. 5. Name the bird which, if you do not, you must die?—Swallow. . \ ' Dulcie Learning. Thanks very much lass. Yours appears to be the only letter unless the others have been at my mail. I did see Butinsky chewing something the other day! It may have been a piece of waste paper though. I’m sure the rest of the crew will enjoy the riddles as much as I did.

OUR STORY NIPPY FOLLOWS HIS NOSE “Pat, pat, pat!” went Nippy’s feet as he followed his master, Billy, up the street. It was early morning. , The dew still shone on the grass. The wet on the fallen leaves looked like silver in the sun. This was Saturday. The first Saturday since school had begun. Billy was on his way to Dan’s house. There was to be a ball game on the empty lot next door to Dan’s house. So it was no* wonder at all that Nippy’s ears stood up in two little, wide-awake points and his tail wagged in a looking-forward way. “Pat, pat, pat!” Soon Billy was swinging through the gate in front of Dan’s house.

“Whee-e-e!” Billy’s whistle sounded across the garden. But when his little friend Dan came to the door his face was troubled. “Fluff is lost!” said Dan. “I can,not find her anywhere.” Fluff was Dan’s little yellow kitten.

“I’ll help you look for her,” said Billy.

Now, Nippy did not quite know what it was all about, but he went into the house behind the two boys. When they began to pull out chairs and look under the beds, Nippy knew something was wrong. Perhaps it was the ball they were looking for. “Sniff, sniff!” Nippy began to run his little black nose along the floor to help, too. He ran into the corners. He peeked behind the dooi'S. “Pat, pat, pat.” His busy little feet took him into Dan’s room. “Sniff! Sniff!” Where should he look now?

Just then Nippy heard a noise. His ears went up into little points

again. “Meow! Meow!” Such a very soft, faraway cry, but still a ‘Meow.” Nippy quite forgot that he was looking for something the boys had lost. He followed Jiis little black nose all about the room until he came to Dan’s toy box under the window. “Sniff! Sniff!” He ran his nose

along the edge. “Meow! Meow!” There was pussycat smell as sure as anything. Nippy wass ure the toy box had something to do with it. “Bark! Bark!” he cried, and ran down to find Billy. “Bark; Bark.” He ran down to Billy and then ran back toward Dan’s room. “Bark! Bark! Come with me!” At last Billy and Dan followed him. Nippy ran to the toy box under the window and sniffed again. “Bark! Bark!” he said, when he could small pussycat again. “Open the box. Open the box!” “He’s barking at the box,” said Billy. “Do you—?” Billy never asked the rest of his question. As he lifted the lid a soft “Meow” came from the crack. “Fluff!” caried Dan as he opened the box wide. Out popped a ball of yellow. At sight of Nippy it made a jump for the door. Dan and Billy, laughed. “She was with me when I came to get my ball this morning. She must have jumped in when I wasn’t looking,” Dan said. Dan turned to Nippy. “Thank you, Nippy,” he said. “You are a good dog. Now we can go and play ball.” Nippy liked the way Dan patted his head. “Bark! Bark!” Nippy just had to say something with his voice. “I always did think my nose was better than my eyes.” Nippy’s tail just could not wag fast enough from side to side. So he wagged it in circles as he followed Billy and Dan out to the ball field.

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JOKE CORNER “WHAT’S THE USE?” A farmer bothered with trespassers going through his field of young grass notified the police. A policeman was sent to watch and saw a man walking through the young grass whom he knew. Policeman shouted: “Hae, Geordie, there’s nae road that, way.” Geordie: “No. Well you needna bother makin’ ane for I’m not cornin’ back.” GETTING SHORTER A boy, hearing his mother say his father had to get shorter shirts, said: “Give dad mine, I’ll wear grandad’s old dickies.’,’ HE WANTS A CERT Newsboy (to Aberdonian): “Buy a paper, sir. All today’s winners.” Aberdonian: “Na, na, laddie, but can ye gie me a paper wi’ tomorrow’s winners?” ' YOU’RE OUT OF DATE First Pickpocket: “Why are you reading that fashion magazine?” Second Pickpocket: “Well, we have to know where the pockets are, haven’t we?” VERSE TO WORSE A SAD STORY A dashing young fellow named Tim Drove his car with a great deal of

vim. Said he: “I’m renowned , For covering ground.” But, alas, now the ground covers him. UNBEATABLE There was a young cyclist of Tring Who could speed like a bird on the wing, In very big race He was sure of a place. So they made him ride backwards and sing. Motor race, Terrific pace; Silly sow, Bacon now. Little boy In the se^ Met a shark — R.I.P.