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New Zealand Listener, Volume 5, Issue 108, 18 July 1941, Page 47

To Young Listeners, E made you feel very cold the week before last with a sea page. This week we'll warm you up with boxing and bear-hunting, with a robber and even a slight murder thrown in, Don’t get too excited though, because it won’t be a bit like "The Lucky Shot" that we found in a well-known children’s paper lately, which perhaps is your idea of a really good story. Lucky Shot VER since he was a little boy, about so big, and his old Mum had bought him a pea-shooting pistol, Nick Nobblem had wanted to be a big-game hunter and had once paid sixpence to go to the Zoo to shoot peas at elephants. When Nick left the reformatory where he’d been sent for trying to turn a cat into a Manx Moggie with an air-gun, he got a job in a gunsmith’s, but he got the sack for pulling the trigger of a gun to see if it was loaded and blowing out the show window. Still, Nick Nobblem didn’t lose his love for guns, and he got a job in a cake factory where he had to shoot the currants into the buns with a shotgun, No, Mr. Nick Nobblem, we refuse to waste any more space on you----we want : for Jerry Webb, who really deserves t. Jerry the Boxer "T HERE were some wonderful children’s books in a show this week, books that would please any boy or any girl, even though there weren't Nick Nobblems amongst them. There was one David would like especially-about boxing. On My Right, by James Kenyon, is about Jerry Webb, the boxing son of a welter-weight champion of England, Mr. Kenyon tells of Jerry’s adventures in such an exciting way that you feel you have a ringside seat. Listen: " Six ... Seven." Through the blackening mist Jerry heard the referee taking up the time-keeper’'s count. The words seemed to cut right through to his brain. At "eight" he had managed to struggle to one knee. He was very dizzy and his legs seemed powerless to lift him. Gritting his teeth he made a final effort. To a roar of cheering that reverberated throughout Birchley Hall, Jerry staggered upright ... Splendid word "reverberated," isn’t it! Rin-Tin-Tin ‘A NOTHER book had "Twenty Animal Stories of Dogs, Horses, Ponies and Cats" by well-known writers. Any of you would like that. One story is about Rin-tin-tin, the film star dog, who was a veteran of the last war. He was born in

re aaa Ut a German trench, of all places, and after the war an American officer took him home, Rin-tin-tin turned out ‘to be a famous jumper and at one time he was earning over £500 a week! He can’t have led much of a "dog’s life," can he! Tam UT good stories don’t all come out of bookshops. A story was sent to the Young Listener last week-a good one about a kitten called Tam. Written by someone who actually seems to know that children are reasonably human beings after all, and not small idiots, as = lot of children’s story-writers seem to ink. i re

LITTLE JOHNNY WALKED ALL DAY LOOKING FOR A BEAR TO SLAY THERE ARENT NO BEARS AROUND HE SAID "VO BEST BE GOING HOME To BED" WHEN THE WILD BEARS SAW HIM GO UP THEY CAME ALL IN A ROW. SKIPPED 2, DANCED & LAUGHING SAID POOR OLD JOMNNYS GONE To BED /*