Campaign News for Wendy's Sunbeams

Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 151, 27 June 1936, Page 2 (Supplement)

Campaign News for Wendy's Sunbeams

Distributing Our Sunshine Quilts. WENDY HAS A TEA PARTY WITH PETER AND PAUL.

Dear Sunbeams,—

" Learn the luxury of doing good." —Oliver Goldsmith,

I have had the very nicest and jolliesl Week one ever could imagine—chiefly because there Were 23 sunshine quilts and three big suitcases of clothes to be given away, to make no mention of fascinating little extras lil(e hot p>ater bags, toilel soaps and talcum powders. And, as Peter Pan says, who wouldn't be happy with 23 gay sunshine quilts to give away.

I had been intending to pay a visit io my two small friends, Peter and Paul, so a fine afternoon and a spare hour last week seemed an opportunity 100 good to be missed. Peter Pan had previously been specially interested in his small namesake. Now, in a most astonishing manner, he produced a box of chocolates from a pocket in his coat and gave it to me with instructions that it be given to the twins.

When I arrived at the tiny drab home where the two small boys live Peter Was sitting on the doorstep painting an old magazine. "Paul's sick" he told me solemnly. "I'm not," shouted a high-pitched little treble from inside, "Only a bit. Only a bit."

Inside the house one of our biggest and warmest sunshine quills Was doing good service in keeping jolly Utile brown-eyed Paul Warm. He had a severe cough and cold, but gave me a very cheerful smile. "If you've forgotten the cricket set, Wendy, Well it doesn't matter," he told me, but there Was 'an anxious and hopeful look 'n the glance he cast al my bag. I had not forgotten the cricket set, however. Forthwith it Was produced, and oh. Sunbeams, how sad it was to see two Utile New Zealand lads speechless with excitement over a 1/6 cricket set. "/ jus' can't wait to gel up. I jus' can't," Paul stammered. "You can have first go Petie. Mummie, I jus' can't Wait, I can't."

There were more surprises yet to come. My leather case next produced two warm jerseys for the small boys, two pairs of the brightest red slippers, and a couple of little coals. Nor was mother forgotten. In a corner of the case was a little parcel all for herself.

The iable Was drawn up next to Paul's couch, and while mother made cocoa for all, a couple of mysterious brown paper parcels were produced from the same capacious sunshine bag. Buns first, then a big home-made sponge, and, lastly, chocolate biscuits with nursery rhymes on their backs.

Peter ale silently—in all this excitement he said hardly a Word, but he fondled the little cricket bat in a way that made me yearn to buy up every cricket bat in Auckland if it would make this silent little boy happy. Paul's shouts, however, filled the house and made up for his little twin's silence. "Humpty-Dumpty," he would shout joyfully, waving a chocolate biscuit in the air, "watch, Wendy—down goes Humpty-Dumpty— down Paul's froat."

Eventually I came away, leaving Peter Pan's chocolates as a parting gift. "Chocl(ies," murmured challer-box Paul. "Jus' fink of thai Pelie—chock'ics!" To which Peter nodded solemnly. Well, my Sunbeams, of all this there will be more anon. Just now it * _ Mr. Prinlerman is looking at me reproachfully and saying, "Wendy," in » \ » just the tone of voice that means, "late again with your letter, and anyway it's far too long." Love to you all from