PUZZLERS AWAITING A STORY

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 514, 17 November 1928, Page 27

PUZZLERS

AWAITING A STORY

Riddle-me-ree: — My first is in sea, but not in land; j My second is in mud, but not in sand; j My third is in nest, but not in bird; My fourth is in speech, but not in word; My fifth is in hill, but not in dale; My sixth is in wine, but not in ale; , My seventh is in night, but not in day; My eighth is in game, but not in play. My whole is what you hope there’ll be When on your holidays by the sea. j —Sent in by Nancy Waller. j * • * Beheaded word; Behead something found in the garden and find a pointed piece of i metal; behead again and find to pain, j * * * Answers to last week’s puzzlers: Word square: Food. Ogre. Oral, j Bell. Riddle-me-Ree: Paddling. IN PINEY WOOD I’ve made a little playhouse Down in our Piney Wood, And Mother lets me go there On days when I am good. The pine cones are. th,e people. They guard the house" at night And bristle with importance When goblins come in sight. The needles of the pine trees Make just the softest, floor j There is a little fireplace, A chimney and a door*. The paths are paved with pebbles As white as driven snow, And down them in the starshine The small dream children go. The pine cones entertain them, And each one has a chair, But., if you peep, they vanish, And no one knows just where. If you could see my playhouse Down in our Piney Wood, Perhaps you, too, could understand Why I am mostly good. —W.S.T. Graeme Christensen, Remuera: The membership cards may . tranied, Graeme. Some of the Sunbeams have them hanging above their beds. Yes, babies may come to Happy Town if then little brothers or sisters send their names to me. v Eric Newman, Rotorua: I could just picture you and your sister on that little excursion to gather chips for the fire, Eric, and the tea must have tasted good when you reached home. Do you gather pine cones, too? What fun if you are allowed to have a parrot. He will soon learn your name. Much love to this laddie. Myrtle Grant, Royal Oak: Yes, I enjoyed all the excitement on Guy Fawkes night, Myrtle. It was a pity you could not enter for the last painting competition, but there will soon be another announced. Your letter is very neat this time. Arthur Wilkins, Mount Albert: That little boy looks very happy in your picture, Arthur. Perhaps the Little Thought has tucked a sweet dream under his pillow. Fred Crooks, Otahuhu: What a jolly little fox terrier, Fred. Does he bark when you take him for rides in your cart? Ponies are full of strategy when they do not wish to be caught. Some Happy Town love for this faithful Sunbeam. Freda Conning, Takapuna: Myrtle is a lucky little girl to have that beautiful doll, Freda. Is she going to call it “Mona." Thank you for your happy letIrene Wilkins, Mount Albert: Your painting is very dainty, Irene, and how neatly you mounted it. Much love from all your friends in Happy Town. Hilda Jarvis, Mount Eden: Thank you for those pretty pictures, Hilda. The . Little Thought is delighted with his. Summer Time, M.D., takes the place of Doctor Spring Sunshine when our old j friend is called away to other countries. I have never been able to count the Pixie Postmen as they are all so much alike. I do hope your hand will soon recover. Lucy Crooks, Otahuhu: The Dawn Lady and the Little Thought are very well, Lucy, but we are sorry to learn that you are sick. I hope you will be successful in your examinations so that your ambition may be realised v Owen Conning, Takapuna: Yes, I can imagine Claude’s excitement when he received his card. Please give him some Happy Town love. Your bantams will be feeling very proud now that they can provide eggs for their little master’s breakfast. Joy Hill, Mount Albert: Thank you for your story and your interesting letter, Joy. I am glad you heard the magic ringing of the Competition Bell across the silence. The Woodpecker is guarding vour messages for Jean Farquhar, Elizabeth Christine, Eileen Gracie, Gloria Rawlinson and Dorothy Sanders. All the Happy Town people send their best love to Joy. . Jean Mclndoe, Hamilton: Another letter in ink, Jean? What happy d<; §K I, too, loved “The Bream Party,’’ and I have sped vour very special love message to its author What a quaint old blackbird “Grandfather" must be. He is surely king of the garden. And you have been having a Happy Town day with some of vour little friends? What a large file of pages you must have now. The Little Thought has just caught a ray of sunshine that was lingering in the branches of the Happiness Tree, and he has asked me to send it to you. Joan Wilkins. Remuera: Father Time plays some sad tricks sometimes, Joan, and he should never have let you forget that fine painting. It would have been very high in the list. Leslie Waller, Penrose: You and the Little Thought have something in common, Leslie, and I am glad that Irene Retter sent you a fruit drop, too. And Fluff lias had a letter from the Cat-Next-Door? Is he a good scribe? Jean, Irene and Buz will be glad to find your greetings in the Hollow Tree. Margaret Anderson, Mount Eden: A Pixie Postman has sped in with your I bedtime letter, Margaret, and I am glad Ii that you managed to post it in time. The Sunbeams loved that glimpse of your dream house last week. I have left your thoughts for Jean Cramp? Rina i Bedogni, and Connie Whiteford under ! the Woodpecker’s wing. Nancy Waller, Penrose: What a happy j time you had at the social. Nancy! I i am glad it was such a success. Eliza- ! beth Christine will feel happy when she ! knows how much you enjoyed her story. ! I have left your love for her with th'-e [Woodpecker, and also your remembrances

GOLDEN BELLS Under the sea, the deep blue sea, Lived little Golden Bells: She played with her brothers, one, two, three. And gathered cockle shells. Along the shore she loved to play, Outside her mother’s cave. And v/ould sit in the sand at break of day, And greet each dancing wave. Once I went down to the edge of the sea And found quite a heap of shells . . . A mermaid had left them there for me, ! And it was Golden Bells. —Gloria Rawlinson (aged 10).

for Connie Whiteford, Jean Cramp, and Rina Bedogni. Thank you for your story, Nancy. George Dormer, Mount Eden: That mock election must have caused much interest at school, George. Are you looking forward to the time when you will be able to vote in a real election? \ What a charming flower garden you have been visiting. It sounds like one out of a fairy tale. The Woodpecker will see that the other Sunbeams And your kind thoughts, George. Norma Waller, Penrose: Yes, I have a dream book, Norma, but the paragraphs in it are written in invisible ink. 1. too, loved that little tale by Elizabeth Christine. And you are going to write a competition story? I am very glad. The Woodpecker sends you 15 taps, and I have left your love in the Hollow Tree ! for Mary Potts, Jean Cramp. Rina Bedogni, and Connie Whiteford. Jewel Dennis, Okahukura: What a playful wee kitten, Jewel! The Little Thought considers that Trixie would be a very good name for her. Thank you for your happy little letter. Isa Douglas, Huntly: The Doorkeeper and the Joyshop man are holding an ear- j nest discussion about that poem, Isa, j and neither can decide if birds should j take off their feathers and hang up their | wings at night. What do you think | about it? Colin Mackie, Devonport: The Little Thought is waiting for your message, i Colin, but he mustn't go until I have 1 thanked you for your fine little letter, j He must give me time to write one for Rive, too. Bo you think he will wait? : What an exciting time you have been having! Bid the crackers all go off? The Little Thought sends a very particular smile to baby brother. Rive Mackie, Devonport: We are all glad that you are having that fine holiday, Rive. Soon you will be your own merry little self again. Master ton is a long way from Auckland, but there 4s always the post, isn’t there? A big package of Happy Town thoughts for this little Sunbeam.

FROM A LETTER We have some big purple iriMCS out at present—such stately, queenly things they are, too. I am sure they must know how handsome they are, for they hold themselves so proudly. I think I prefer violets, or pinks, or snap-dragons myself, for one can love them without feeling that one is infringing their rights. This morning I have been watching a little comedy that was played before my eyes. Several thrushes were contentedly feeding on the lawn, when suddenly an old blackbird came along. He attacked each thrush separately until they flew off, and he was not satisfied until the whole lawn was clear. He then hopped about looking for insects, but if a bird dared to alight I on even the furthermost edge of the lawn on which was his Very Select Self, he flew up and drove it off immediately. I have often noticed him about, and he is so old as to be almost devoid of wing and tail-feathers. I have nicknamed him “Grandfather.” —Jean Mclndoe, Hamilton. CAPPING THE BALL Have you ever played “Capping the Ball?” If all boys are playing they can us« their own caps. If there are some girls playing they must borrow caps from their brothers, for every player must have a cap. All the caps must be placed in a line near a wall and with a little space between them Then each player takes it in turn to i throw his ball into his hat. They must all be standing at a given line about six yards from the caps, of course. The player who gets his ball in his own cap scores ten. If you don’t get it in your own hat you score nothing. If you happen to get it in someone else’s cap, then that player lias to throw his ball at you. If it happens to hit you, he or she scores five. And you lose five points. If I you are not hit there is no score for either of you. The first player to score 100 wins the game. THE UNKNOWN i The children had been told that an , anonymous person is one who does not j wish to be known. Then, a few min | utes later, a voice was heard. “AY ho is that talking?” demanded I the teacher. “An anonymous person,” was the | prompt reply.