SENIOR COMPETITION

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 3, Issue 704, 2 December 1933, Page 7

SENIOR COMPETITION

WHAT I SHOULD LIKE TO BE. FIRST PRIZE AW1ARD. (Roxane, 13 years, Tarewa Rd.) •If everyone could choose a careef that would combine both work and pleasure, how happy we should all be. After studying' th'e suhject from all points, I (think that an antique and :art s'hop, snuggliing in a back street in London, would fulfil my desires. This, of dourse, would need a lot of money, and would enable1 me to indulge in my love of travel and visdt foreign towns and people of interest, to procure the curios for my wee shop. Romance lingers in all curio shops. The Chinese 'gods that smile srnugly upon us, sandalwood boxes perfume the musty corners, frail Dresden china ladies in rose patberned skirts and panniers, coyly flirt with sheph'erd boys. AJntiqu'e bracellets, bangles, .a.nklets, necklets of beaten copper, pewter, and old silver, with j sitones of various glittering hues , emibedded in their fantastically traced designs. I could innagine dusky maidens swaying their bodies, with their anklets jingling a merry tune as their little brown feet tread the jw'arm earth with rhythmic moveanents — fBut stay. I dould write for ever about my shop and its pos&ibiliibies. Th'ere- is the social side to think of: better far to buy my oiwn goods and ; go to the saies of cunios and. bid . myse'lf. How exciting to secure an | anticle longingly coveted for many , months. Repair work would often j come my way; someone hringing a 1 dearly loved piece of gay lacquer work slightly damaged, would come ' ito have it restored to its criginal ■glory; ; putty, trowel, lacquer point, and br-ushes and, presto! it is as good j as> ever. Others would foring etchings ; of value to be copied, pieces of Chdn- j ese embroidery with threads worn, : careful stitchery soon fixes this. j Customers, too, would becoime part . ■of the enjoyment and interest of • leveryday life. Crahhed old m,en w:hose hearts and souls cling round art xreasures; smart women of socie.ty ■ lov-e barbaric jewellery to wear with ' smaritly-cut modem evendng dresses. j A Chinese god and jewel box would : fit in hamroniously with the black and gold colour scheme of my lady's bedroom. The Dresden lady and boy would Took equally as charming on ( the ledge of a window framed with i hailstone muslin, organdie frilled cur- j tains. - •' - . .. | I'm afraid I .could ramble cn inde- , finiitely an'd enthusiastically .about my idaal of the future: All I want now _ ' ' V'.-. "• |

: is some kind soul to supply the capiI ' tal, and it would not take long for ! my dream to come true — ito settle j down to fulfil all my hopes cf joyi fully possc-ssing a curio shoip in old London Town. SECOND BBiIZE AWARD. (Zeno Aurellia, 13 years, Jam.es St.) Seven years ago! Wh^t was I then? j A mere child to whom this world and it.? beanty provided an everlasting theme of wonder and delight. Yes, land more. The world to me theai i was some vast, alm'ost mysterious ithing, and the future too was an un•comprehensible sometMng that my small mind could not fathom. And in j that future what was I to become? I I had my own little World of Make- ! ibelieve, of goblins and gnornes, and j childish fancies. Why should I worry ! aboiut what Fiate had destined for ! ime? And so, ambition was cast to the winds. Three years ago — and on my lips the question: "What was I going to : be when I grew up?" In my heart 1 I felt the first stirrdngs of ambition, j but as yet the outside world and that ! great future was a something I did not fully realise. Yes, I wa,s going to be an artist, a sculp'tor, perhaps, and with' my hands m:ould shapeless lumps of ciay into graceful statues of unequalled charm ■ and beauty. I would be a traveller, too, and sail far beyond the horizon, across mighty rolling oceans, to dark, unknown lands. Journeys of adventure! Those dreams and thoughts and visions of the future. How futile they seem ndw; but yet they were my thoughts , of aanbition. ! And now! Wihat now? I find Life as it really is. I think. No longer do I live a half-mythieal existence ■ with gnornes and f airies, or dream of great heights that I shall climb. But still those words: "W|hat shall I be when I grow up?" ring in my ears, and fill me with a wonder, almost half fear, as bf old. It seems I cannot realise that there is no more time for wondering and wishdng now. I am nearly "grown up" already. I must make my decision soon — what I really will be. A writer's pen claims my affections at present, and thoughts of success some day do not seem wholly impossible. And so my future is solved. I will be a writer. But will writing be able to overcome those many obstacles and setbacks that such a profession always provides? Not unless one is truly a fig'hter of such, and so when I really am grown up my inclinations may follow, probahly, some other trend. Who knows? THI.RD PRIZE AWARD. (Sidong Oak, 11 years, Hinemoa St.) When I'm a man I would like to be a sailor and sail the seven seas and visit foreign lands and then sail on in search of fresh' interests and bring j back my treasure to my wife. j I would go down to the bottom of : th'e sea and bring np pearls and valu- : able shells and I would soon be rich, and I would like to fight some na1 tives for their ivory, and get shipJ wrecked on some desert island. | (I would cut down cocoanuts for j cups and some years later a ghip j would come and take us back to our ' land, where I could sell my riches and j I would be able to retire and have a pretty house by the seaside. | FOURTH PRIZE AWARD. (Peanut, 13 years, Amohau St.) When I grow up, I would like to he, i Nothing hut a dreissmaker; Then I could always be, A-sewing on tbe trimmings ; And cutting out, you see; : Then I could make a dress, And clean up all the mess, I And feel quite proud, , When all my work is done.