PARCEL HARVEST.

Hokitika Guardian, 25 June 1918, Page 4

PARCEL HARVEST.

There is a school oi' world-wide repute situated on the north-west coast oi England, whose scholars have recently been provided with a novel occupation. But joy lias been mingled with sorrow joy at the excitement of it all; sorrow at the condition of their harvest. A certain New Zealand liner went down torpedoed—not so many miles away, and she must have been full of good things for the “hoys.” Numerous wore the parcels rescued from the sea by the girls, many in a state of extreme dilapidation—contents doubtless quite ruined. Others manifestly packed in tins, were outwardly in a sorry state, hut one may have hopes that the stout container has saved the contents from being completely spoiled. Large parcels seemingly containing cakes; smaller parcels whose contents were loose—sugar for sure. And goodness, knows what more. The sequel to (he rescue was usually the problem, but with it- the school-girls had no concern. Their responsibility was over when the parcels were given to the care of the postal officials and it was these latter who had to do their best to decipher the usually nearly illegible addresses, consisting by this time of a stream of purple ink. After a time the sea gave up all the parcels it intended to part with, and the girls were left without excitement. Now the sea is taking a fiendish delight in casting up wholesale carcases of dead rabbits. Needless to say there, is no attempt at salvage.