LADY GAY HAS BIRTHDAYITIS

Press, Volume LXXII, Issue 21826, 4 July 1936, Page 2 (Supplement)

LADY GAY HAS BIRTHDAYITIS

There was something peculiar in the air, that morning on “The Press Ship.” Mother Bunch had knitted her stocking without dropping a single stitch, but she had kmc ted It all wrong—and that was one unheard of thing. Peter and Ernest had both been very good that morning, and that was a thing that had never happened before. Lady Gay hadn’t done a single thing. All the morning she had sat and gazed at the ceiling with a faintly puzzled look on her face. This had so unnerved Mother Bunch and Peter and Ernest that they all did things which In ordinary circumstances would never have happened. “I don’t know what’s the matcerl” said Lady Gay, suddenly. Mother Bunch looked rather alarmed. “Oh,” she said, very flatly. “No, I don’t!” said Lady Gay again. "I’ve had such a peculiar feeling all the morning!” Peter squeaked and backed away. “Wouldn’t you like an aspirin?" suggested Mother Bunch, soothingly. “A nice aspirin and—”

“Fiddlestick!” said a voice behind her. "Fiddlestick! In fact, two fiddlesticks.” "Oh,” said Lady Gay. “It’s you, Aunt Amelia. Come in.” And she gazed vaguely at Aunt Amelia Aeroplane. Mother Bunch picked up her knitting in despe. alien. “An aspirin—” she began, feebly. "Pouf!” said Aunt Amelia, energetically. "Do you know what’s the matter?” Ernest looked up. “Do you?” he asked, impudently. Mother Bunch tapped him on the funnel with her knitting needle. "Don’t be naughty,” she said. “No coal!” Aunt Amelia sniffed. “You evidently don’t,” she said. “What’s the date?”

“Er —, July 4, I think,” said Mother Bunch feebly. Aunt Amelia? is a rather overpowering person sometimes. “Lady Gay’s got Birthdayitis,” said Aunt Amelia. “Haven’t you?” “Why, so I have!” said Lady Gay. “It’s our birthday on July 4!” “Why—began Mother Bunch. “Three cheers!” “Now, now!” said Lady Gay. “I want to go to town. Will you take me?” So Aunt Amelia took Lady Gay to town to order the Birthday Cake and Mother Bunch undid her knitting. —’MATE CACTUS, 26 Palsgrave street, Christchurch.