Birthday Greetings

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 26 November 1927, Page 14

Birthday Greetings

FROM US ALL TO—ELSIE ATKINS 2nd. Dec. ft®ft®ft®ft®ft®*®ft®ft®ft®ftt> A TRIP TO MARAEKAKAIIO. Dear Chief Kiwi —This week I am writing about a trip to Maraekakatio. We started off about 10 o'clock. iVo had not gone far when we came to the hospital. The grounds are beautifully laid out, and the red brick building looks lovely. We stopped for a few minutes to admire if. As We drove on 1 saw some loveiy woolly lambs frolicing about their mothers. When w e came to Twyford the orchards looked a picture with the baby fruit on the branches like green berries. We drove through Fernhill, past Roy’s Hill, and then to Maruekakaho. Before we got there we went to the woolsheds, and saw tne sheep ready to be shorn next day. Once at Maraekakaho. I undressed and went in for a swim. After tms we had lunch. After lunch 1 went gathering wild flowers and after an hour or two I went in for another swim. When 1 got out we had afternoon tea and then 1 went to climb the hills There was a lot ot cutting grass there and I out my hands, out I did not mind. About 5 o’clock we had tea. and then we packed up t# go home Well Chief Kiwi I must close, thanking you for the certificate. —Red certificate to Mary O’Neill, age 10 years, 710 Avenue road, Hastings. ft ft ft ft “OUB BETS.” Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week I am going to write about our pets, but tiefore 1 begin 1 must thank you for letting me join your band. First of nil-wo have a little black and while kitten. Then we have a cannary and | two gold finches. It is such fun watching them. Out on the farm we hav e some dear little buby chicks. 1. anything goes near them they go under their mother’s wings. Every now and then they will peep out from under their mother’s wing. Sometimes they climb up on her back and sit there looking at the others J. will close now, Chief Kir. a .vitn love to the other Kiwis, —Orange certificate to Betty Lieen field, age 10 years, I’oukawa. ft >s< ft ♦ DAYLIGHT SAVING. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week I am writing about Daylight Saving. It is a great pleasure to us because we can play games outside longer. We have all put our clocks on an hour, aud instead of getting up at seven o'clock we are really getting up at six o’clock. We only have daylight saving during the summer mouths as the days are warmer. When we have daylight saving, people can get thoir work done earner, and go out visiting more often. Instead of going to school at nine o’clock we go at eight o’clock, and get out at half-past two in the afternoon. The shop open at 7 o'clock and close at four o’clock. 1 think daylight saving is very nu-e, don’t you. Chief Kiwi. I must close now with best wishec to all. —Orange certificate Jean Campbell, age 10 years, 407 Willow Park road. ft ft ft ft AN OLD BOAT’S STOBT. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This Is the first time. 1 have written to you and I would like to join your Kiwi Band. 1 am going to tell you about An Old Boat’s Story. I. was built in 1011 on the Ist of July .One day, to my joy, I heard the captain say that he was going to sail to South Africa in mo. When all were on board the enp tain gave orders to start. On my way 1 was taken to a strange barboui where I was left all night. Next morn ing wo set sail again. Far over the boundless ocean 1 could see a big white table-like Iceberg floating in th e blue sea. Before the captain could steer me out of the path we had bumped into it. Sad to say 1 wui of no more use. Well I must close now with love to you and other Kiwis. —Orange certificate to Dot Wilson, age 10, 906 Dufferin street, Hastings, ft ft ft ft SENIOR ESSAYS. A HOLIDAY AT MT. COOK. (Part II.) Dear Chief Kiwi, —After the first day’s long tramp, a well-earned sleep is indulged in. wneru one see* a curious jumble of lakes, peaks and sun sets. Next day, lesson, in ski-ing will probably bo demonstrated for the benefit of the less experienced moun taineer*. An onlooker would be very much amused at the amateurs’ futile attempts to master the art of ffci-ing. At first, down tho seemingly smooth slope they would speed oblivious of direction or hidden pit-falls, until to tho foremost “nd of the skis would fly upwards at a perilous angle, head over -5 eels the unfortunate moun taineo s would go, straight into a hole of sqh yielding snow. There the unfortunate victims would remain until guides had stifled their mirth sufficiently to help them to emerge from the pitfail. This performance would continue, again and again, an til the party h-.l gained some control over the cumbersome skis. Dome

times an exploring party will set off in the early morning to reach one of the suirounding peaks of Mount Cook, where * magnificent view of this great mountain is obtained, enveloped in shimmering sunshine, long after the other peaks are darkened by mysterious shadows. The people of New Zealand should be proud to own their joy in possessing such a priceless treasure o-f. Nature, the glori.ms land-mark, Mount Cook. With love to yourself and the Kiwis. —Blue certificate to Iris Harper, ago 11 years, Otane. ft ft ft ft BIRDS OF PASSAGE. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This time I am going to write about the Godwits. Every year, in the month of April, there may be seen on some of the lonely beaches in the North of Auckland a strange and wonderful sight. Flocks of birds, called godwits, with from fifty to a thousand birds in a flock, come pouring in from all parts of New Zealand. They gather in countless numbers waiting for the signal to start. At last the great moment arrives, and an old bird, uttering a loud harsh cry, shoots up into the air, followed by the flock. At a great height The birds turn northwards. For about ten days the birds continue to arrive and depart in this fashion. Nothing remains but a few feathers scattered on the ground. The journey will not end until they reach the polar regions of Siberia six thousand miles away. in a few weeks’ time thev will set off again on the return journey and in the following spring they will again land on the shores of New Zealand, after crossing many tiring miles of land and sea. This wonderful power ot going the right right way seems to be born in them. Well Chief Kiwi, [ will close now with love to yourself and other Kiwis. —Blue Certificate to Cyril Watson, age 11 years. 594 Moorhouse Avenue, Linwood, Christchurch. , ft ft ft ft A DAY AT PERCARROW LICHTHOUSE. Dear Chief Kiwi,—This week I am going to tell you about a day wespent at PenCarrowLighthouse. Last summer, while staying with my Auntie at Rona bay. we weqt for a picnic to Pencarrow Lighthouse. On Sunday morning we left home at nine o'clock. Although the walk was long it held many wondrous sights, and »'e came across wrecks which had been washed up by the angry sea. The two lighthouse keepers gave us a hearty welcome for it is very lonely out there. Having rested awhile we had a cup of tea ami some sandwiches which wo thoroughly enjoyed after our long walk. The keepers then showed us over the lighthouse which must have filled their hearts with pride, for it was scrupulously clean, 1 think the part which interested us most was the great revolving lamp which not only filled us with admiration, but had also guided many a ship to safety. When at the top of the lighthouse wo had a splendid view of the Straits. After lunch, having been all loved the lighthouse, Uncle suggested we should spend the afternoon on the beach. Alter spending a pleasant afternoon we packed our tilings for the return journey. Thus ended our pleasant day just as the sun was sinking in the west. With best love to all. —Blue Certificate to Joyce Lange, age 12 years, Heretaunga street, Hastings. ft ft ft ft THE FLOWER SHOW. Dear Chief Kiwi, —On Saturday evening 1 went to tiie flower sflow, whiefl was held m the Assembly Hall. Ob! wliat a display there was ot all kinds ot flowers, from pure white sweetpeas, to some almost black in colour, the roses were a show on their own and 1 would feel very proud if 1 were to own a tew of those that were tflere. Some- 20 odd schools had some nemesia in boxes, which 1 think were given to different schools to see who could look after them and bring them most forward. The Queenswoou School was the lucky winner. 1 couldn’t name all the flowers, because 1 wouldn’t be able to remember their different names. A lady had a kind of lupin there, and it had three different colours, but I think it was only for exhibition The decorative work was- out on its own, and those made by the children were just wonderful. There was also a display of vegetables and softie fine early varieties were shown, and oh! the strawberries and cherries just simply made one’s mouth water. Love to yourself and all the Kiwi hand. —Blue Certificate to Elva Gigg, age 11 years. 404 E Southampton street, Hastings. ft ft ft ft MY MUSEUM. Dear Chief Kiwi,—Last year I thought what an excellent scheme it would be if I had a museum, so 1 immediately started collecting curios. I found a fossilised stick one day, while digging in the garden, so 1 placed it as number one in my museum. Then I caught several peculiar-ly-marked butterflies. When 1 was in Rotorua I collected some sulphui and some red, black, and orange rocks. I also found a seahorse’s tail, and a sea anemone, when 1 was at the seaside. I found a foot on . grandfather’s wooden leg in an ■ shed, which I promptly added to my collection. I have the feathers of a quail, a hawk, a morepork, and a feather off an old hat which does splendidly for a moa’s feather. I would bavj) a rabbit skin if my kitten had not destroyed it. Hoping you will follow my example, and collect curios. —Blue Certificate to Helen Shield, age 13, Waikonini, Hastings. ft ft ft ft Sergeant (to soldier during exercise) : “No. 67. if a riot were to break out and the command given to fire, what would do vou?” No. 67: “I would fire." Sergeant: “If that orffzr 4’.eant firing on your father or mother, what would you do?” No. 67 : “I. would not fire.” Sergeant: “Why not?’’ No. 67: “Because there would he no need, a* they are both dead already” —Orange Certificate to Rov MrGregor. age 13 years, 919 Oliphai I road, Hastings,

LOST IN THE SAHARA Dear Chief Kiwi,—Thank you for the pink certificate and shilling you awarded me I am writing on the above subject a story which I have made up myself. On a hot scorching day five Arabs set out on an expedition across the Sahara Desert. The camels had been laden with provisions and at last they were going on their dangerous journey. These brave men thought nothing of roaming the desert, as it was their native home and 'their joy was in it. Many weeks ago another party had set out to cross the Sahara, and since then nothing had been heard of them. Meanwhile they (the apparently lost party) consisting of three Turks, had been wearily wandering, since their Arab guide had suddenly passed away and left them helpless. On and on they had journeyed until in despair they camped by a lonely palm. Their food was little and they had to make it last as long as possible. While they were in this state a great sandstorm arose taking everything before it. Joining hands thev kept together as best they could. But oh! too strong for human hand the sandstorm gathered o’er them. They had wandered many a mile not knowing in which direction they were going. At last it stopped and brooding peace lay over everything. The wanderers turned and saw palm trees in the distance. Thinking it was where they had camped they went in that direction. Hopefully they trudged on only to seem further from the trees. “What was that moving object over yonder?” they asked themselves. Suddenly their mood changed from lamentation to exultation. Ai; once tile five aforesaid Arabs recognised the missing party and at once explained to them it was the Uasis ot Tuat they had seen. A week later they arrived back at El jut, footsore out thankful they had been spared from death in the merciless waste. Love to you and other Kiwis. —Blue Certificate to Harley Bates, age 13 years, 204 Market street, Hastings. ft ft ft ft A STREAM. Dear Chief Kiwi, —My lasi essay on a nave Kescue was imaginary. This ween 1 will write about A Stream.'' ft is beautiful to watch a silvery stream gude slowly by the land. i>j its side, hidden by large rocks, grow mosses and lichens while tile soft green grass stretches out on either side giving food to the hungry sheep. On the grass, shady willow trees give shelter io tne animals. The sun stringing upon the stream makes the water sparkle, while at night the reflection of the moon gives the stream a golden tint. Here and there a small boat can be seen. Sometimes the people are fishing, while others are viewing the scenery. Occasionally a small nn or a silver head appears above the water, aud the people know that it is a fish coming for air. Besides being pleasant for going out in, a boat is also pleasant for swimming, some parts being deeper than others. Well, Chief Kiwi, I will close now, thanking you for last week’s certificates. —Red Certificate to Kitty Colwill, age 12 years, 907 Railway road, Hastings. ft ft ft ft A WALK ON A SPRING MORNING. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you for the certificate you awarded me last week. The morning dawned, so 1 jumped out of bed to go for a walk in the bush, because it was a beautiful spring morning. The birds were flying to and from their nesis getting breakfast for their young. Hie dew was yet on the ground for n was still early, L saw the trees with, dew on their green ieaves. 1 was interested watching some birds just building their nests. Everything was waking up together. The farmer was driving Ins cows up to the milking shed, and the night-watchman was going home to rest. The pretty flowers were beginning to open their buds. In reply to the wind s message the flowers nodded their heads in a dreamy kind of way. The ploughman was starting out to plough the paddocks. The sun was beginning to peep above the horizon. A few clouds drifted slowly over the sky. The sun was now high up from the hills, so I thought I would go home to breakfast, and explore the country on another spring morning. 1 must close now with love to yourself and other Kiwis. —Red Certificate to Gladys Kitt, age 12 years, Murdoch road, Hastings. ft ft ft ft A STREAM. » I chatter, chatter as I flow, To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. Dear Chief Kiwi, —Thank you for the certificates, which are a help towards getting five shillings. Have you ever sat under shady trees by a river and listened to it gurgling along? If you have you have seen one of the most peaceful scenes of nature, though it is not peaceful when the river rushes along in a torrent, taking all in front of it. At sunset there is nearly always a pretty scene as the stream slowly glides along and the sun tinges the sky with gold. Well, Chief Kiwi, I will close with heaps of love, —Red Certificate to Dorothy Farmery, age 12 years, Box 210, Hastings. ft ft ft ft THE AMERICAN FLEET. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week I am writing about a trip to Wellington to see the American Fleet. During the visit of the American Fleet, 1 was staying in Masterton, and as there were excursion trains going to Wellington during that time, we decided to ’go. Going the Wairarapa line to Wellington, you have to cross the Rimutakas. As it was the beginning of winter the weather was very cold, and 1 snuggled up in a corner, covered with rugs, and prepared to enjoy the journey. 1 opened the window so as to see everything. We travelled on and on through beautiful country, until we came io a place called Cross Cre'.’”. which is at the bottom < f the “ ’t . Here the train - , ,

engines were put on to pull us up. There was an engine at the front, one at the back and three between the carriages. Oh, how we crawled up, it seemed as though the engines could hardly pull us. We went through tunnel after tunnel and we had just got into tfte middle of a huge one when a bell rang and everyone said we were at the summit. Well, Chief Kiwi, I have reached the word limit, so I '.rill continue next time, thanking you for the red certificate you awarded me last week. Love to yourself and all other Kiwis. ' —Red Certificate to Marjorie Walden, age 12 years. 305W Lyndon road, Hastings. P.S.: My birthday falls due on the 7th December. ♦ * * ♦ A BROWNIES' PICNIC. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week 1 am going to write about a Brownies' Picnic. One Saturday morning we went to a Brownie picnic at Okawa. We had to take a cup and our swimming costumes. We were given our food by the lady who owns the place. We left about ten o’clock on big lorries. The Guides went too, but there were other lorries for them to go in, and there were four lorry loads altogether. It did not take the lorries long to reach there and when we got out there were Guides and Brownies from other places. The first thing we had to do was to line up for inspection. We had to march with all the Guides until the word “dismiss” was said. We went up the hill to where the sports were to be held. I went in for the egg and spoon race and came first in the first heat but did not come anywhere in the other heats. We all went in for races but only one of our company iron a prize. Then came dinner, and after we had finished we were given a cracker. The dinner was delicious and we all thanked Mrs. Lowry for the lovely time we had had. I did not arrive home until after six o'clock. Well, Chief Kiwi. I will close, with love to* all the Kiwis. —Red Certificate to Venice Wall, age 12 years. 917 Railway road, Hastings. * * * * A BIRTHDAY PARTY. Dear Chief Kiwi,—This week I am going to write about a birthday party. A little girl friend of mine was ten years old last Saturday and her mother gave her a party. There were ten little bovs and girls invited to the party. My sister Keitha and my brother Cedric and I all had an invitation. We each had a present for Molly, and she had some lovely presents given to her. Mv father took us in the car and we had a lovely tune playing all sorts of games on the lawn till tea time. Then we all went in to tea and had a lot of nice things. The tea table looked lovely with al} the good things on it Each little guest had a bon-bon at the side of his plate. In the centre of the table was a nice big iced cak« with ten candles, and ten little dolls round it, and it did look nice. Molly lit the candles and each little guest had to blow one out it was such fun. Then Molly cut the cake and we each had a piece with a doll and a candle on it. After tea we all had a sing, song and played mere games, and then it was getting late. Dad came at half-past eight and we had to leave for home, after spending a very pleasant time. Thank you for the Red Certificate. —Red Certificate to Svlvia Thomas age 11 years, 109 Garnett street. Hastings. x ♦ * * # OUR PAHIATUA SCHOOL. Dear Chief Kiwi. —The Public School that adorns Pahiatua is situated on a small hill on the Mangahao road, From its grounds a good view of the road as far as the bridge that spans the Mangatainoka river can he obtained. Round about the school premises are lawns plantations, and flower gardens, al] of which are kept in good order. The schoolrooms are in three partitions They are- The infants’ room, the primary room, and last of all the High School. There is a cooking room, a science room, and a woodwork room. The school staff consists of eight teachers besides the cooking and woodwork teachers, who come once a fortnight. The pupils and their teachers all ret on very well together and the teachers are very good and never lose patience, helping us all they can Well Chief Kiwi I hope you are having better weather than we are. Lots of love to yourself and my Kiwi mates. —Red Certificate to Hazel Batten, age 13 years 66 Wakeman street. Pahiatua, * * ♦ ♦ MY VISIT TO THE DUNEDIN EXHIBITION. Dear Chief Kiwi,—My father and I left our home town one morning by train on which we travelled to Wellington, from where we sailed to Christchurch. The morning after w sailed we reached Lyttelton where we boarded a train that took us to the capital of Canterbury. In the afternoon we reached our destination, where a taxi took us to an hotel We settled down in our new residence and when we awoke next morning and had had our breakfast we walked to th 0 grounds in which the Exhibition was being held. Oh! what a glorious sight met our eyes 1 Bril liantly coloured signboards and col oured lights welcomed us on our arrival. The first thing we went on was the scenic railway which highly amazed us. We then paid our money to go on the water-shoot upon which we shot down with wonderful rapidity. We next tried our hands at shooting at a target with a pearifle. At this we were both unsuccessful. After amusing ourselves with various amusements which we thoroughly enjoyed we set out on out return journey to the hotel. Next day we went to the Exhibition where we went on things that we had not cone on the previous dav. After a fortnight there wp went home where our friends were overflowing with ouestions asking us about our journey and the Exhibition. —Red Certificate to Bruce Fowke, nee 12 years, 66 Wakeman street, Hastings. * ♦ Why did the man call his rooster Robinson ?—Because it crew so (Crusoe) —Orange Certificate to Mollie Hull, ■oe 11 years, Box 76, Hastings,

HOW 1 SPENT SATURDAY. Dear Chief Kiwi, —This week I am going to tell you about how I spent Saturday. On Saturday morning I got up early and had mv breakfast. Later on 1 went to the Children’s Library to change mv book winch was “The Cruise of the Peerfoot.” 1 chose another book called “Deerfoot on the Prairies.’’ then I went down to the auction rooms where there were day-old chickens for sale. Some were in boxes and others were with mothers. 1 waited until they were sold and then 1 went home to have my dinner. After that 1 had a game with my friends and then I went for a swim in the baths. The water was lovely and warm so I stayed in for about half-an-hour. Later on I went for a ride up the town and then went home. I again had a game with my friends until tea was ready, after which 1 went > to town with _ my mother. 1 came home at about eight o'clock feeling very tired after my day’s doings. —Orange Certificate to Alex McDonald, age 11 years. 603 Ellison road, Hastings. ♦ * ♦ ♦ THE STORY OF A LUNCH PAPER Dear Chief Kiwi,—l have only to get five more marks and then I will have mv twenty-five marks. 1 was made into paper, and then packed in bundles for the printing press. There 1 had the daily news minted on «ie, from whence 1 was carried around the town until 1 was sold to a man who put me into his nocket. Then 1 was taken home and read by the grown-up people in this house. In the morning 1 was picked up and thrown into a dark gloomy cupboard, where 1 lay for some time untouched One day 1 was nulled out of this horrible prison, in order to wrap up u little child’s lunch. Quickly I was jammed into his bag. but I was not strapped in so 1 was soon jerked oui and left lying on the roadside. Aftei a while some miserable looking dogs came along and were very glad of the food 1 possessed. In the gentle breeze 1 was lifted higher am] still higher, till at last 1 got caught in a tall bluegum tree. From there 1 could view the surrounding country, also the trains passing by ana the traffic on the road. After a day or so a terrible gale arose and, being torn to pieces. 1 at last flew rapidly away. Over land and sea I went till last of all 1 found myself in a railway station where a man came and picked me up and put me into the waste paper basket. 1 am sending some more silver paper this week. —Orange Certificate ' Edna Morton, ime 14 years, 301W Frederick street, Hastings, * * * 4 MY HOME. Dear Chief Kiwi,—l thought I would write about the above subject for a beginning. 1 live bout four miles out from Marton on a very good road. Around our house we have a lawn while in the front of it is an orchard. We are not far from the main road but the nearest house is about twenty-two chains away and is hidden by trees. 1 am two miles away from school but I get a ride in a motor-car. 1 have two sisters but no brothers. Aly eldest sister is seventeen and my second sister is fifteen so 1 am the youngest. My eldest sister’s name is Isabelle while the second one’s name is Jean Isabella goes to Hrth School in Hastings but Jean stave at home. I am thirteen on the 20th March. My sister Jean has a grev kitten Wei] Chief Kiwi I will close now. Lots Of love to you and all the other Kiwis. —Orange Certificate to Alison Jodhunter, age 12 vears. c'o Mr. A. Stuart. Kunnymede. Marton, * « ♦ * A SUMMER'S DAY. Dear Chief Kiwi,—This week my essay is about a summer’s day. When you arise in the morning the first thing you hear is a little bird swelling its throat in melodious song. The sun is streaming in. making everyone feel as if they would like a day at the beach. Then perhaps you would make up vour mind to go. Then, too ,it is glorious to go for an early morning walk. It is very hot in the middle of the day, and 1 think 1 would prefer under a shady willow tree with a nice interesting book, if 1 did not go to the beach. It is also very nice to go for a swim in the baths. Mothers generally take a rest in the heat of the day. Fathers are working. Mow that daylight saving has come into force, people have ample time for sport atte r tea in the cool. The old cat generally a shady nook where she sleeps in content. I think everyone likes a hot day better than a cold bleak winter’s day. Wei] now 1 must now. —Orange Certificate to Iris Cameron, age 13 years. Williams street, Hastings. ♦ * ♦ ♦ GOING HOME FROM SCHOOL. Dear Chief Kiwi.—This week I am going to tell you about going home from school. At a quarter past three our school bell rang for us to go home. When I got out the school door 1 went to get mv bicycle. After getting niy bicycle 1 turned and went out the gate. Soon 1 arrived home and I could not find the spelling words I had to learn for examination. So 1 got on my bicycle and started for school. Coming back I saw a *nioe little girl who asked me for a ride.' Mow 1 must close, with love to you and all the other Kiwis. Thanking you for the Certificate you awarded me last week, —Joyce Batt, age 8 vears, 400 Lascelles street, Hastings. * * ♦ ♦ ' A DAY IN THE COUNTRY. Dear Chief Kiwi.—This week I have chosen for my essav the above subject. One day in the Alay holidays inv mother decided to go to my grandmother who Jives in the country. So on the following Alondav we were all up early as we had to catch the half-past seven train down the line. We left for the station about seven o'clock as we had a distance to go. On arriving at the station we

found that the train was readv .to go, but Mother said if we hurried up we would have time to catch it so my sister ran on and got the tickets. The train had got half across the crossing when the guard saw we wanted to get on so he pulled the belt and the train pulled up. Everybody put their heads out of the window as they thought there had been an- accident. As soon as it had stopped we all made a rush, forgetting about my little brother but we were soon let known as he let out one yell and started dancing about the platform. We got him in all right and the train moved on. All eyes were turned on us as we entered and we felt very uncomfortable. When we arrived my grandmother was there to meet us. We spent a very enjoyable morning chasm.; the pigs and the fowls. Aly little brother was chasing them with an iron rod. He hit two on the head and killed them. After dinner mv sister and I climbed up the hill as we wanted to get a view of -Napier, but we came down quicker than we went up as we saw some bulls. When we got back my mother said we ha ( ] better get ready, as we did no.t want to miss any more trains. 1 will close now with Jots of love io yourself and other Kiwis, but not forgetting to thank you for the Certificate vou awarded me last week. —Jean Garnett, age 12 vears, 200 Nelson street, Hastings ♦ * « ♦ COOKING. Dear Chief Kiwi.—Thank you for the Certificate you awarded me. This week i am going .to write about cooking. 1 like cooking and Ido it nearly every Saturday. First of all I must see that the oven is hot enough, if it is not 1 put more coal on till it is the right heat. First of al) I must wash mv hands clean and then put a certain amount of sugar and butter m a basin and beat it, etc. The flour and other dry ingredients are put into the sifter and are sifted so that no lumps remain in it. After adding these to the butter and sugar 1 mix all to a paste and put them in patty-tins and nut them in the oven to cook. After they have been in the oven a while 1 look at them to soe if they are done. When cooked I put them on a plate to cool and soon after put them in a tin. When they are cold 1 put some whipped cream m them. We had some for afternoon tea and Mum said they were very nice. Well Chief Kiwi 1 will close with love to all. —Margaret Cheer, age 13 years, Rural Delivery,- Waipawa. ♦®*®*®*®*®*®*®*®*®*j