Competitions

Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 7281, 7 October 1933, Page 11

Competitions

Tho Skilltest winners aro as follow: Phyllis Waterson, Tnblo Flat, Apiti. Eco Salmon, Cunninghams. SOLUTION TO PROVERBS The missing words were (1) Not (2) Time (3) wait (4) want (5) long (6) turning (7) lane (8) tide (9) in (10) nine (1.1) not (12) wasto (13) saves (14) a (15) for (16) no (17) that (IS) time (19) a (20) and (21) man (22) has (23) stitch (24) no (25) it's, and from these 25 words you got the following four proverbs:— 3. A stitch in time saves nine. 2. Time and tide wait for no man. 3. It’s a long lane that has no turning. 4. Waste not, want not. “The Kennel” Dogtown .Dear Hub, —I am suro you will bo very surprised two roseeve a letar from & little puppy dog. This is hou it hap pened. On Saturday morning, mi litlo mistress was siting on the step reading the Cog Page two her litle sister. And wen I herd aul the nise letars I thout ion nise it wood be if I cood be a Cog two. So I barked verry loud two mistress two tell her I wanted two bo a Cog. But Hoomans are verry stoopid at times, and she only said '*'go away, Fido, and stop yor noyse.” So I went nut into the garden and I whined and whined cos I wanted two be a Cog. .Too see I am only a verry litle dog and I don't know how two rito. Wei, wen I had whined a long time, along came such a funny litlo man. He was dvosed all in gren, and he had on a fnny pointed hat. “Wot's all this noyse about?” he sed, in a fnny voyse that made me ferget two whine eny more. Then I sed, 'Hoo are yoo?” I'm not Inkwisitive, but I like two no hoo I’m torking two. He smiled the funyest giqylo I ever sor. But it was a nise s-myle, even if it was funy. And enyway it made me smylo two. “I am Tiddlewinks,” he sed. “And I am Fido. Hou do yoo do Tiddlewinks,” 1 sed, becos I am a verry polite litle dog. Then I rememberd his first ewestshun, and I sed, *I wont two be a Cog.” “Well,” he sed, “why. carat yoo bo a Cog?” I no-tisd he nov«r arsked mo what was a Cog, but p 'raps he’s had a pope at Saturday’s Page himself. I eksplaned two him that two be a. Cog yoo had to be able 'two rite, and 1 coodn’t rite. He gave a funy larf. “I’ll sune ficks that,” he sod. “Yoo tell me what two poot, and I’ll rite it for yoo.” So I paded into Mistresses loom and fetched him sum paper. He poot hia hand behind his ere and brort out »utch a ewere pen, and now ho is riting this letar wile I tel him wot two poot. Wen he had finishd the first page he stoped for a rest and arsked me two tel him abowt the Cogs’ page. And I did. Then wot do yoo think he did? Ho stoped rite ded, like a jibing hors; and he sed if I didn’t arsk the Hub two let. him join two, wel not wun mor line wood he rite. So I had two promise. And I’m arsking yoo rite nou, Hub, is there eny room in yor big famly for a litle pupy dog and his secreterry 1 lemt that wera from Marsta. Tiddiewinks dousn’t no wot it meens but he sea it aownds all rite. We hope yoo can this, Hub, my secreterry isn’t verry good at speling —yet. He ses he hasn’t had mutch practis3, and I carat help hia mutch. And now theres mistress calling me. Praps its a bone shees got for—yor laving Fido. Welcome Fido! You will have to be our watch-dog. Yes, your "secreterry” may join too.