The Wishing Well

Dominion, Volume 31, Issue 278, 20 August 1938, Page 9 (Supplement)

The Wishing Well

What Is Your Ideal Holiday?

was like a wishing well this week—have you heard the stories of mossy wells where old-time girls and boys dropped their wishes written on notes, and turned and twisted three times about? If the well had real wishing stones, the wish came true! Holiday wishes tumbled in dozens out of mailbag, so turn and twist yourselves, members, and—who knows?

TN the holidays I would like co saddle my fat little pony called Tony, put a bundle on his back, containing my clothes, some blankets and a groundsheet, and start off to visit some friends in the Wairarapa. It would take Tony a fair while to get there, as he would want to stop when he saw some nice, green, fresh grass. I thiuk I would have to sing for my meals, and I might have a chance, as I can sing a little. When I arrived there I am sure I would be very weary and I think I might have the measles. The people would not be so unkind as to let me die, so they would take me in until I was well again. By this time I think the holidays would be over. Wouldn’t Tony smile when he saw daddy coming with the car and. a truck behind for Tony!— Snow Fairy (9), Takapau. Going Rustic.

T AM looking forward to going to a farm in the Hawke’s Bay for my holidays. There will be lambs to feed from bottles. I love the darling wee things. Often in the mornings we shall be able to walk down to the river to look for duck eggs, some of which we shall be able to eat. Also there is a bush a mile or two from the house, and to get there we shall ride • beautiful Shetland nouies with long manes, and tails sweeping the ground. A sandy beach is only a few miles'away (our horses come in handy

again), so sometimes we shall hunt for pipis, and collect shells with holes to thread on a string; when packed closely together they look beautiful. There is also a grass tennis court on which we can practise for the coming season. I am longing for the time to come for us to go, and I am counting the days.— Stilt (12), Wellington. Invisible Mischief-maker. 'W'HAT fun if, for one day in the holidays, 1 could become invisible! I would start things going at rhe breakfast table by whisking articles away just as someone reached for them or. as they cut their bacon, away it would sail into the air. During the morning I would go perhaps to town and cause havoc among the pedestrians by whistling close to their ears, or taking off their hats and dangling them before their faces. The afternoon could be spent in many places—take in an office for instance. I would tap in unwanted notes on the typewriter or mix up papers; hide chairs, make the boss’s spectacles dance in the air. or a hundred' other things. More fun to be had at the tea-table making the potatoes wriggle, and after tea I 'think it would be fun at a dance, stepping on people’s toes, making them think it’s their partners, and treading on trailing frocks. Or, better still, annoying the orchestra by playing odd notes on the piano, or pinging discordant strings on the violins. Oh! What a vastly amusing time I could have! But it could never happen, so it is iust one of the holidays listed under the “Might-have-beens.” — Fabiola (14). Wellington. Only a Wish. IVTY wish is really truly a small wish to be gratified, but living in a small country town it would be a wonderful thing if it came to be real. For a trip to Day’s Bay; how lucky are the league members who live in the city of Wellington. The town or city life is theirs, the sea and the ships are theirs, and the country within a few miles; now, iu this country town we have to go a few miles to the farms and the bush and the mountains. So my wish of a trip to Day’s Bay has much excitement for me, but it will be only a wish. — Dad’s Cobber (11), Carterton. I wish my holidays could be spent on a ship, Or some fund fairy would give me a trip. TTOLIDAYS will soon be here, and, oh, how I wish mine could be spent on a ship, or even in Wellington Harbour. My friend Ron always goes to Wellington, aud sleeps on a real boat, because his uncle is a caretaker-man. or something. It would be a perfect holiday, if only ray fairy godfather would waft me to a bunk on board. I could throw a line out and catch a real big fish, and feed the seagulls and talk to the nice, jolly sailor tars, and, perhaps, eat a real ship’s biscuit. —Smiler (9). Carterton. By ’Plane. JpOR my holidays I would like to go to Rotorua to see the hot lakes and geysers. I would like to have tile thrill of flying there in an aeroplane, although it is not the safest way to travel. But instead of going for this delightful trip I will be at home, with a book, or going hikes with my friends. —Wendy (11), Hawera. Geyserland. T WOULD like to go up to Rotorua X or Taupo for my holidays, to see all the hot springs and geysers. If I went to Taupo I would like to have a hot bath every night. I would take my lunch out to the Huka Falls or the Aratiatia Rapids and have a picnic with some of my friends. One day I would get a launch and go to Western Bay, or somewhere on the lake. When I went for picnics I would collect ferns for my fernery at home and put them in a billy with some earth in it. I would also camp in the camping-grounds by the lake, and have a swim in it very morning before breakfast. — Barbara Herrick, Hastings.