OUR COMPETITIONS

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 9, 16 September 1927, Page 15

OUR COMPETITIONS

— LS) 4, Wireless Zoo. : "Squealer," closing date October 5. (Prize, 5s.). Painting, closing date September The ber The ber (Prize, a book). best story, closing date Octo 12, (Prize, a book). best poem, closing date Octo: | 19. (Prize, a book).

NEW COMPETITIONS. | Tiere are two lovely new ‘competitions for you-both of them writing ones this time. They need not be sent in until October 12 and October 19, so that gives you a whole month to think about them. So many radio children write such splendid little letters that I’m sure they can write stories, too. Now for No. 1. I want you to take any advertisement picture from any paper you like, and write a story about it. Cut out the advertisement and pin it to the front of your story, so that I will know what it is all about. The following story is an example for you-I thought you would be very interested to read it, as it was written by a little girl who lives away in the country at Mangahoe, Te Kuiti. Her name is Catherine Sale, and she is only LO years old. She chose the advertisement for Post ‘Toasties, which you must all know quite well, and wrote her story about the five little elves in the maize. Just see whether yoa can do as well. :-

"THE MISCHIEVOUS ELVES." Once upon a time there lived in Fairyland five little elves, whose names were Tip Toe, Romper, Whiz, Pip, and Top. One day Romper said to the other elves, ‘‘Let us go to he king’s palace to-night and steal the fairy queen." "But, where shall we hide her?" said Whiz, "I think a good plan would be to climb up_ the stem of one of those tall maize plants and lay her in the middle of it,’’ said Pip. "Ves, just the place!’’ cried Tip Toe, and so the plaa was arranged. ‘That nighr the wicked _ little elves stole off to the palace and took the fairy queen while she was sleeping, and hid her in the maize. Then they ran away to the forest and hid. Next morning, when the king and the fairies and the elves found that their queen had been stolen in the night, they did not know what to do. They hunted and hunted, and could not find her. At last the king offered a wonderful wand to the one who found his queen. When the naughty little elves heard the news they at once got out of their hiding places and ran to the maize ‘They took the fairy queen to the king and said that they had found her in the maize, The king was very pleased, and when he found the whole five had brought her he gave them each a wonderful wand. Everyone was so pleased that the queen was found that they had a great feast, and the naughty little elves were there, too. They brought a beautiful little fairy house. Tip Toe, Romper, Whiz, Pip. and Top had many adventures with their wands,

A POEM ABOUT A PET. No. 2 is a poetry competition « Lots of you: have pets, for you have already told me abont them, Write a little poem about your pet lambs or dog, or pussy or anything else. . If you haven’t.a pet, write some verses abont some everyday thing that you use, such as a thimble, a comb, or a pen-knife. Think of something for yourselves. Below are two little poems to give you an idea of how to set.about them. Prizes of nice books will be given for each of these coimpetir vions. THE LITTLE WRIGGLY DOG, Kim, wasn’t very clever, and he wasn’t big at all; He was just a little wriggiy dog, who, , though he was so small, las quite a fierce protector, and when people passed him by They’d go all carefully to see the look within his eye. And wien he went up close to them, the bravest heart would quail ‘ Until te smelt that lhey were nice, and wagged itis stumpy iail. We used to go adventure walks-the kind when you explore, For they said. ‘You musn’t go alone, across the great big moor; But we don’t mind a bit tf you will always go with Kim, For though he’s just a little dog, you re always safe with hin.’ But Kim got tired of chasing things, his spirit went, they sav, To other happy hunting grounds another world away. And we wrote on a little stone (near where the roses grow) . "This was a dear and wvrigely dog who's resting here below.’