BOB-A-JOB WEEK When I was very young I looked forward to Easter for three reasons: Hot Cross Buns, Easter Eggs and Bob-a-Job week. During Bob-a-Job week we were visited by cubs and scouts of all shapes and sizes, anxious to earn money to help scout funds. My mother, who was once Tawney Owl in the Brownies, was naturally a keen supporter of the movement and always found jobs for the boys to do cleaning shoes or polishing the floor. One year she even let a cub trim our front hedge. I thought that he made it look lovely, but my father was furious and so we avoided hedge cutting after that. I longed to become a cub and managed to wangle my way into the Spartan Pack when I was only seven and a half. In my first year I did very well. I earned money for the Scout funds and had sweets given to me as well. Whilst I was a cub, Bob-a-Jobbing was easy but when I became a Scout, things were not quite the same. Often, I would call at a house only to be asked to come back again at the end of the week, and when I went back it was to find that someone else's little yellow "Well Done" ticket was in the window- My client had been "taken over" by a dear little cub with an eager smile and a uniform just a little too big. P. WAREHAM, 2A. IRELAND IN SUMMER Ireland is where I usually go for my holidays in summer. Both of my parents were born and brought up there. I am now going to describe to you the places I have been to in Ireland. Dublin, the capital city, is always very busy. They have a Nelson's Pillar there, and when you are at the top, you can see over most of the city. The shops are nice, too, and more inexpensive than those in London. Then there is Bray, where we hope to stay next year. Next to the sea is a swimming pool, and then, behind the rocks, is great Bray Head, and other hills. It makes a lovely but tiring climb, and at the top is a big cross, where you can rest. Down the other side of the mountain is a wall, and sometimes there are sheep and cows there. Other mountains can also be seen from Bray Head, such as the Sugar Loaf; and Glendalough, the big lake surrounded by mountains, can also be seen- Finglas is where my Uncle Mick lives, and is like the country. Outside my uncle's house there is a big field, where there are usually horses grazing. Arklow is where I stayed in August, 1965. We had a lovely bungalow just next to the beach. There were small hillocks all around too. The beach was lovely and sandy although there were 28 a lot of starfish and dead crabs lying about. Down at the harbour we went fishing and crab-fishing. One night we had a bonfire and roasted potatoes. I thoroughly enjoyed my holiday in Ireland and hope to go again next year. STELLA DIXON, 2A. MY HOLIDAY Our holiday in Cornwall this year, it must be admitted, was made more exciting by several visits to various places other than the seaside. One such place was the small village of Polperro where the occupation of the inhabitants is mainly fishing. The village, however, has been much changed from the place which existed only a few years ago. The change has been caused by the small souvenir and gift shops which have sprung up everywhere as the village became more of an attraction to tourists- Also the large car-parks have changed the surrounding countryside and much of the greenery has been spoilt by picnickers. But the small cobbled streets with equally small houses still hold the charm of long ago; and the novelty of the house decorated with shells over its walls still attracts much admiration for the fisherman who spent five years completing this work in his sparetime. HAZEL BRETT, 2A. K. J. Walker Printer and Duplicating Specialists 29