LITTLE JOE TUNNEY

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 80, 25 June 1927, Page 27

LITTLE JOE TUNNEY

There was a little boy And his name was Joe Tunnev. He had but one failing: He tried to be funny. _ He made himself noticed In all public places By making loud noises And terrible faces. One day at the circus Me wouldn’t sit down. He stood up and tried To perform like a clown. The clown said, “All right. If you must jump and sing, Come out with the show And perform in the ring.” So out ran young Joe. Acting foolish and wild, And everyone watched him But nobody smiled. The actors all watched him, The band loudly blared. In dignified silence The animals stared. Thought poor little Joe, Standing lonely and small, “Oh, what shall I do? I’m not funny at all!” * Then the elephant spoke In the elephant tongue, “I’ll help that boy out— After all, he’s so young.” And he lifted Joe up With his trunk in the air And with one mighty sweep Put him back in his chair. The people all clapped And the clowns cheered for Joe, And he kept very still For the rest of the show. A CANNY TALE There are some naughty boys, I fear, Who seem to find a deal of fun In tying cans to doggies’ tails— A thing I hope you’ve never done. That happens only now and then: But. children, do you know that there Are two poor birds who always have A can upon their tails to bear? But in their cases, for the can, A naughty boy one hardly blames. The toucan and the pelican Possess it always—in their names.

WELCOME TO HAPPY TOWN Iris Harrison, Angela Eades, Shirley Hill, Laurence Wilfred Gaeth, Reginald G. Eades, Sylvena Williams, Frank Gaywood Eades, Owen Flewellyn, Tom G. Eades, Iris White, Harold R. G. Eades.

FROM A SUNBEAM Jock is our dog. He is a wirehaired fox terrier with a white body, all except for his head, which is black. Jock is the dreaded enemy of everybody that comes to the bouse. As soon as he hears the click of the gate he commences to bark and growl in such a manner that unless the person is a friend of ours, he is frightened to come in. If Jock thinks it is the butcher or baker opening the gate he dashes under the house and until they have gone all you hear is an occasional rumble. Jock is a great ratter and sometimes we hear great scuffles under the house. Cissy William son. SOME SMILES Passer-by: “How did you hurt yourself?” Man, seated on footpath: “You see those steps?” Passer-by: “Yes.” Man seated on footpath: “Well, 1 didn’t.” What four letters would you say if you saw a boy mating a plum-cake. Answer: IN YU. —l£ent in by Jim Dobbyn.