DOWN THE STREET

New Zealand Listener, Volume 4, Issue 101, 30 May 1941, Page 47

DOWN THE STREET

To Young Listeners: HERE’S a fox terrier in our street belonging to a man called Mr. Hake (or something like that). She had puppies a while ago-four boys and a girl. Mr. Hake who isn’t particularly nice, thinks girl puppies should be neither seen nor heard, so he took the small thing a mile down the street and hid her in a heap of timber by some new flats, then he piled the boards high up round her to make quite sure that he would neither see nor hear her again. ' But Mrs. Foxy loved her daughter quite as much as she loved the others. So, having smelled her way to the pile, she went along several times a day and fed her. Luckily the coalman, who is particularly nice, had been watchifg her. "Wonder what that little mother dog is up to," he said. "Better have a look, I suppose." And he went over and found the puppy, and he took her home to his nice warm house and his six nice children. They were delighted, of course. So then Mrs. Foxy went to the house every day and fed her puppy, which saved the coalman several milk tokens a week. All this really happened "down the street"; the only thing is, we don’t know whether the man’s name is Hake; it might be Rake, or something like that. Don’t Forget "An apple a day keeps the doctor away, and the dentist too,’ a clever doctor said in The Listener lately. But there must be some doctors and dentists who wish there weren’t dny apples! The Cat's Tail A Manchester family came out of the shelter to find their home a heap of rubble. The little girl of the family cried because she found a piece of her cat’s tail amongst the ruins. Pussy had lost the last of her nine lives, they all thought sadly. However, it took more than a bomb to kill pussy. She turned up next morning minus a piece of her tail but hungry @s ever and quite unperturbed. The Joke The Sergeant, bursting in during dinner: "Any complaints?" Tommy: "Yes, the meat’s funny." Sergeant: "Well, then, laugh." Those Sharp Prongs "What’s happened, George?" "Puncture." "You should have looked out for it-the guide book says there is a fork in the road just about here." Froth and Bubble Winter is coming and you are sure to want something to do inside. Blowing bubbles is quite fun, but

gets rather aggravating when they burst so easily. Here is a way to make your bubbles last for nearly half an hour: Make a strong lather with a piece of soap in hot water; then, when the water is cold, add half as much glycerine as there is water. If you don’t use all the mixture you can cork it up for using next time. If you cover a tennis racquet with flannel you can bounce a bubble on it or you can hit it gently over to someone else who has a racquet covered with flannel. Handed Down "Mummy, do you remember that vase that has been handed down from generation to generation?" "Yes, dear, why?" "Well, this generation has dropped it."

Business! Hawker: "Any laces, studs, buckles, ribbons, pins?" Housewife: "Go away, or I’ll call the police." Hawker: "Here you are. Police whistles, sixpence each," Shepherds Are Warned The sunset was so brilliant and delightful one evening lately that every shepherd who saw it must have laughed till he cried. But would they cry till they laughed when they saw the warning red glow in the sky next morning? Anyway, they would know to take their coats, which most of the Wellington people didn’t and were caught in the suddenest hail-storm for 30 years, more or less. Why is it always for "30 years" that things are worst or best or driest or wettest?