WHISTLE A BIT.

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 19 November 1927, Page 14

WHISTLE A BIT.

If the work is hard And the hours arc lone, If your heart is sa d And you 1 ve lost your serj Whistle a bit. If the rain comes down And the cicada arc gray. If it’s hard to wait. And plan, so astray— Whistle a bit. If it’s he rd to sing When the day goes orocg. Try a cheerful noise To help you along— Whistle a bit. For the world needs choir; And your friends need you. So pucker your lips, Let the noise comes through — Whistle a bit, LETTER FROM CHILL ...M, DE AB KIWIS,—Your essays, this week, are many and varied, and I have had a busy time adding dots and dashes, and sometimes, alas, reconstructing words and sentences, and now I fund that my faithful pencil friend has shrunk at least 2 inches, poor thing. I have awarded tho prize to Sybil Oglivie, for the touch of humorous originality which inspired her essay. Helen Shield’s letter also contains this clement of humour, which seldom appears in your contributions. Harley Bates has written a splendid descriptive account ef a trip which she took to Central Otago, and would certainly have gained the prize, tut for the fact that she exceeded the word limit by at least one hundred words. I must add to this, though, that her essay on‘ “ A Trip to Cromwell” is not in any way responsible for the wearing away of my pencil, for I made no corrections. Phyllis McKeown—What a very busy girl y<tyi are just now. but I hope not too busy to write us sometimes. Your essay was exceedingly neat. Jean Crombie—Some .day, Jean, when you climb that ladder, you will find an empty nest—the little starlings having flown to dig worms for themselves. Three cheers for having made another beginning at essay writing. Keep it up. Gladys Kitt—l like the view from your bedroom window, Gladys. Jeasie Stevenson—I am so glad that your brother left the birdies safely in their nest, and I expect their little mother has since tung many a song of thanksgiving. Iris Camerson—They were most unusual clouds. Iris, and brought needed rain. Also, like most clouds, they Lave cleared away, leaving the sun shining. Lindsey ’ Crombie—To gTfe the saucepans a party was a happy inspiration of yours. I never can sea why such useful members shouldn’t sometimes have a little recreation. Mollie Hull—lt was disappointing to miss your picnic, but lovely summer days are ahead of us, so better luck next time, Molly. Suzanne Riddiford —There is always a pleasant stir of excitement on arrivals at one’s destination. My first experience of Sydney Harbour was late at night, with the ferry boats lighted and twinkling. Kitty Colwill.—Did tho story grow from your imagination. Kitfy. or was it a true one.—ln either case I loved tho hero of it. Norman Downes.—Perhaps, some day, I too may journey to the historic lake at Fernhill. Another new Kiwi to welcome in Thomas Gainey, of Pahiatua. His joke had been previously published, so I hope he will try again. An essay entitled “A Day at Hisuiiioana,” reached me with no name at taehed. and Peter Parks entry had no age. Doris Golding broke the rules by sending essay and joke on same paper. My birthday book shows a blank. It is disappointing that among so many Kiwis, ther is not one to whom 1 may send n greeting this week. My thanks to the following for silver paper:—Dinah and Svbil Bedpath Erie Honey, Elver Gigg. Joyce Langle. Norman Wyatt Maud Jones, Laura Beale. Dorothy Farmery Olga Hemmingson Doris Golding and a packet from Havelock North with 110 name enclosed. Love from CHIEF KIWI. ♦ * * ♦ Garge: “This ’ere woirelesg be a wonnerful thing, William We heard the football results last night an' Ol’ve just seen the paper, and dang moi buttons, if they ain’t roight.” —Orange Certificate to Bet'.v Fowke, age ' years, 66 Wake: st.<“ t. ’’ limt'ja.