The YOUNG LISTENER

New Zealand Listener, Volume 5, Issue 117, 19 September 1941, Page 47

The YOUNG LISTENER

LITTLE CHUNG WU To Young Listeners, NCE upon a time there was a little Chinese boy called Chung Wu who didn’t like school very much, so he stayed away for a week, The police searched and searched for him and at last they found him sitting quietly on a seat in the park looking out to sea. "Chung Wu," they said sternly, "you are a bad boy, why did you run away from school like that?" And Chung Wu looked up at them with his clear brown eyes and said softly and sadly, " Teacher say we all naughty boys in the class. Teacher say ‘you cause me great pain -you very bad boys.’ So not to make her sad and suffer I not go to school any more." Two Roosters HERE was once a Maori man called Hori. Hori had a whare and some pigs and a few sheep. When he shore his sheep he hadn’t enough wool to make big tight bales like the pakeha. So he just stuffed it into an old wool bale anyhow, and borrowed his brother’s dray and took it into a wool store. He went to the manager and said: "Good day Charlie, how about you sell my wool?’ He very good wool." And Charlie said, "Hori old chap it’s too late, the season’s over, you'll lose money on your wool by the time you’ve paid storage and so on." "No matter, you sell him," and off trundled Hori in the dray. A year later he came back hoping for some money but the manager said, "But, Hori, I told you there’d be nothing over, Actually you owe us one and sixpence -your wool was full of biddy-biddy, Hori." "How about I bring you a rooster?" said Hori. In a few days he came back with two roosters for the manager. ~ "But you only owe me one rooster, Hori." "No, I pay you two roosters, Charlie -~another bale he outside, how about you sell him too." Bad Manners TRE buffalo, the buffalo, He had a horrid snuffle-ohi And not a single Indian chief Would lend the beast a handkerchief, Which shows how very very far From courtesy those people are. The Brown Bear's Fishing | [MMERSED in the stream up to well above her knees, Ploush seems to be watching something in the water. And suddenly flip-with one movement of her agile paw she jerks out on to the bank into the middle of a tuft of grass, a live trout, gleaming like a flash of lightning. % Polka who has had as much as she wants only eats a tiny fish now and then,

the rest she piles up in heaps, while Pestoun gives her an old recipe from the bear’s cookery book. "Take some very fresh trout. Kill them. Dig a hole. Place them in it, cover with grass, earth , eer eS i ae

= JOHNNY WALKED A MILE HUNTING AFTER CROCODILE NOT A "CRoCH To BE SEEN TOHN WENT SADLY HOME AGAIN LITTLE

WHEN THE CROCAS SAW HIM GO UP THEY CAME ALL IN A ROW GNASHED THEIR TEETH & GRINNED WITH GLEE "JOHNNY WONT HAVE US FOR Tea ®

and stones. Let them pickle until sufficiently high, then serve, This will be found delicious." -From "Bourru the Brown Bear." 1 Spy . Small Boy: "I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F." Father: * Foal?" Boy: " Wrong," Father: "Fire? Finch? Frog? Fishporid? Fantail? Fence?" Boy: " Wrong, wrong, wrong! It’s pheasant, stupid!" Old Noah OL? Noah had an ostrich farm And fowls on the largest scale. He ate his egg with a ladle In an egg-cup as big as a pail And the soup he took was Elephant Soup And the fish he took was Whale.

G. K.

Chesterton

What Do You Think? LADY has been advertising for two canaries and a cat. They disappeared while she was having her house spring cleaned. We think it is quite likely that they all left at the same time!

: THE DOLL’S HOUSE Karori, Wellington. HEN dear old Mrs. Hay went back to town after staying with the Burnells she sent the chil‘dren a doll’s house. It was so big that ‘Pat and the carter carried it into the ‘courtyard and propped it up on two boxes beside the stable door. There it stood, a dark oily spinach ‘green picked out with yellow. Its two solid little chimneys glued to the roof were painted red and white, and the door gleaming with yellow varnish. was like a little slab of toffee. Four windows, real windows, were divided into panes by a broad streak of green. There was actually a tiny porch, too, painted yel low. What a perfect, perfect little house "Open it quickly, someone." Pat pryed it open with his penknife and the whole house front swung back. and there you were, gazing at one and the same moment into the drawing room and dining room, the kitchen and two bedrooms. Why don’t all houses open like that? How much more exciting than peering into a mean little hall with a hat-stand and two umbrellas! Perhaps it is the way God opens houses at the dead of night when he is taking a quiet turn with an angel. ... The Burnell children had never seen anything like it in their lives. There were pictures painted on the walls with gold frames complete. Red carpet covered all the floors except the kitchen; red plush chairs in the drawing roofn, green in the dining room; tables, beds with real bed clothes, a cradle, a stove, a dresser with tiny plates and one big jug. But what Keryia Burnell liked more. than anything, what she liked frightfully, was the lamp with a white globe. It was even filled all ready for lighting, though of course you couldn’t light it. But there was something inside that locked like oil, and moved when you shook it. The father and mother dolls who sprawled very stiff as though they had fainted in the drawing room, and their two children upstairs, were really two big for the drawing room. But the lamp was perfect. It seemed to smile at Keryia to say, "I live here." The lamp was real, (Adapted from "The Doll’s House," by Katherine Mansfield.)