Calf. Snooker. Banner and Wodonga Express, Friday 1 October 1915
SPORT FOR MAGGIE.
“Hiawatha,” W. Wyalong.
Dear Uncle Jeff,— We have a lot of wheat in this year, and we have a nice lot of grass now. On the way to school we ass a lot of flowers. Ena, my school mate, and I went out for wild flowers, and we came to a big tank, and as we were running down the bank we ran into a mob of ducks. There were ten little ones, two half-grown, and two old ones. We tried to catch them, and I chased a big one: it was trying to lea I me away from its nest. We saw a dead kangaroo and a dead porcupine. My mama has been very sick with pneumonia. She has two doctors and a nurse from Sydney. Dadda has shorn his sheen, and now he is taking them to town. Our teacher is leaving at Michaelmas, and we will be very sorry. We have a little calf, and will you please give me a name for it.—Your fond niece, Margaret Hildebrand. (Call the calf Snooker. This makes the ninety-seventh calf I have baptised this month. Still meat is I per pound.)