FOR THE GIRLS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 189, 12 August 1933, Page 2 (Supplement)

FOR THE GIRLS.

IS YOUR BIRTHDAY IN ; AUGUST? WENDY WINS A COMPETITION. My Dear Girls,— 1 - n r i Uni! JSi: that «™thb I.K™ .Sop. quit, suddenly .id .urpri.ingly you will sue,. thaJ my pen has probably failed me and I am too warm and snug to stir from this comfy spot to fill it again. These days your letters are all full of the August school hoi,days. Term exams will be over now and I shall be looking forward to heanng of your school successes. You know, I can hardly believe we are in the eighth month of the y .„ ; Y ,e. m . »ch ,SZ S*£;". d IT ,Zt "w. I ™ » I •>*»"»« me, I cannot blink away the fact that we actually are m the e.ghth month of 1933. «. Which reminds me that this month was called August after the Emperor Augustus Caesar because it was considered his lucky month. And so it seems to have been, too. In August he won victories, made triumphal marches into Rome, subdued the people of Egypt, and made !he most of his summer holiday by bringing h.s royal Roman hand down heavily on anyone who did not obey him. So they named this month in honour of him, just as they named July fn honour of h3s great-uncle Julius Caesar. And should your birthday occur in August your lucky stone is the sardonyx and your life should prove joyful, for the month denotes. bliss. All this is very nice, isn't it. Indeed my only quarrel with August is that you simply cannot find a rhyme to it Try for yourselves and you Z\\\ J how right I am. Pete.- Pan and I had a little private poetry t£ other day, and Tinkerbell set the subject - "August." At first Peter Pan thought it was too easy, but he changed his mind after he had vainly tried to find words to rhyme with that tantalising month. Eventually Tinkerbell announced that Wendy was the winner, which, of course, was very gratifying, but did not please Peter Pan ° n ® little bit. However he did make a brave attempt and Id love to publish it, only the fear that he might retaliate and publish the rhyme I wrote prevents my doing anything half so rash. Oh, dear, this is quite a short letter, isn't it - \ girls, but you must blame this big cheery log fire and the drowsy feeling that is stealing over me.