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Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 202, 23 May 1936, Page 25

Dear Members-of-lhc-Lcaguc, — End o’ holidays already! Dear me. how the time slips past . . . and how lucky you haze been with sunny days and zearm winds. 1 zvas talking to Hr. William Weatherman to-day (he blozvs in occasionally, but he never talks about anything but the zveather), and he said he had been feeling generous lately, and so you were all in his good books. But when he had'gone an autumn elf popped his head up and whispered, “Don’t you believe him! We have raided his house and have control of the weather vane ... he hasn t found out yet, but he’s on his zvay home now, so it might easily rain 'to-morrozv if he is angry with us. He had it set to “rain” for -while he zvas azvay. And he ran off to warn his fellozv-elvcs. 1 am zvriting your letter early this week, and it is only Tuesday, so I zvondcr if William will make it rain to-morrozv? Don’t you think William suits him, by the zvay? 1 expect he really has a name like Claudius Archibald, but I didn’t like to ask him. He is most ferocious and zvrinklcd and brozvn-looking, but he has a gentle voice and kind eyes. I expect the constant exposure to all conditions of weather have made him so old and so ugly and changeable. Anyzvay, I’ve christened him William Weatherman, and that is his League pen-name in future. ' iVow the sky is sprinkled zvith sand from the sandman’s sack . . . it is grey and cold zvith dusk, but azvay above the hills in the zvest there is a patch of blue sky and gold . . . a promise for a fine day to-morrozv! Happy schooldays next zvcck, members. —KIWI.