PETER THE WHALER

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 11, Issue 71, 25 August 1947, Page 3

PETER THE WHALER

What ho, what ho, ma hearties! Well here we are back again. My word how I have enjoyed the last few days on the Island. Though it has been rather cold in the mornings the afternoons have been lovely and the other day the pets and I really had a picnic. Butinsky started on his lunch before we arrived at the beach and spent the lunch hour trying to persuade the others to let him have some of theirs. Peterkin was the only one who went in for a swim. I put my toe in the water but that was quite enough for me. The water has to be very warm before I venture in. I can remember the time when I used to dive off the ship and swim away out to sea and back before breakfast but those days are over now. Here goes now with the story. Cheerio until next week, P.T.W. OUR STORY MOTHER WAS RIGHT “Why can’t I go with you?” Erma asked, as her sister Dora wrapped sandwiches in waxed paper and put them in a basket. “Because you are too little,” Dora answered. “I can’t be bothered.” Erma’s eyes filled with tears, but Dora paid no attention, and in a few minutes she and her friends rode gaily down the street. “Why don’t you play on the swing?” Mother questioned. “It’s no fun playing alone,” Erma answered.

Just then Bobbie woke up from his nap. “Want to go with Erma,” he declared.

“You are too little,” Erma scolded, and wondered why Mother looked at her so queerly. Bobbie cried a little, and Mother stopped sewing to build a block house with him.

Suddenly Erma laughed. Dora hadn’t wanted her along because she was too little, and she hadn’t wanted Bobbie along because he was too little. But Mother, who was older than any of them, had stopped her work to play with Bobbie. “Come on, Bobbie,” Erma called, “let’s play with th,e wagon.” Bobbie squealed with pleasure, and Mother’s eye shone as the two went down the path. Just then Erma saw Bessie in the next yard. She was wheeling her little sister in the stroller.

“Ask your Mother if you can came over,” Erma called. “We’ll make houses in the sand pile.” It was really fun playing together, and Erma said, “Do you know,-Bes-sie, I think we could have a lot better time if we thought about other folk instead of ourselves.”

Bessie laughed. “I know I’m having fun now,” she said. After a while Mother brought lemonade and biscuits, and the children had a party in the shade of the big tree. “This has been an awfully happy day,” Erma said as she and her Mother sat on the porch after Bobbie was asleep that night. “That is because you thought of others instead of yourself,” Mother told her, smiling. And Erma decided she was right. COMPETITION Here is the winner of last week’s competition:— Jill Learning, R.D. Whakatane. Congratulations lass, your free picture ticket will be sent to you soon. NO COMPETITION THIS WEEK Unfortunately there will be no competition this week but I can promise you a really good one for next week. P.T.W. RIDDLE POT What is the best kind pf shooting in winter?—to have coals shot in the cellar. Whole, I am a part of anything; behead me, and I am a whole?— Particle, article. Why is a sentence like an obstinate mule?—Because it usually comes to a full stop. When is a newspaper like a delicate child? —When it appears weekly (weakly). Why is a peacock like a figure 9? —Because it. is nothing (0) without its tail. What is the difference between a ear and a school?—The car breaks down and the school breaks up. JOKE CORNER “Barber, my hair is coming out. fast. Can you give me something to keep it in?” “Certainly, sir. George, give me one of those empty boxes off the counter.” * * » * “Ye’ve worked hard and willingly for me, Pat,” said the farmer to his old employee, “and I’m going to give ye that fat pig.” “May Heaven bless ye, sorr,” said Pat; “it’s just like ye.”