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P. AND P. PENS HER SOOTH LETTER

Hukanui. Dear Hub, I suppose the Cogs are iron dering Just what my news might be, I hope readers consider it As great as P. and P. I may as well now tell you, This news in good time, Well this is the 200th letter I’ve posted you in rhyme. I think that I’ve mislaid two In all those Saturdays. The rest are Bafely glued, Hub, In a book of “Golden Days,” I’ll read them when I’m aged With nothing much to do, How happily I will recall Those golden years with you. I had a splendid week-end, The dance was to my liking, The music and decorations To me were very striking. Balloon and streamer dances, Confetti dances, too, Passed the time too quickly For midnight meant adieu To most proficent partners And others full of fun, My friend and I were tired But happy when ’twas done. The heavy snow upon Mt. Bruce Did not tempt me at all, I do not enjoy, Hub, Being hjt with such a ball. There’s a dance at Mangatainoka, I never have been there, But suppose I may go shortly When the weather is more fair. There was a frost this morning, Now rain is tumbling down, Causing this rhyming Coglet To shiver and to frown. If we ever have the party, Hub, You’ve mentioned oft to me, I think I will be present, Dressed periodically. I have an olden gown, Hub, A sweet and taking style, This maybe I will wear, Hub, With an old world’s shy smile. I have not seen Jennifer For many, many days, I wish I could see more Of her charming baby ways, I do so lovo her twinkly eyes, Full of childlike mirth Rent to brighten people’s lives Upon this dreamy earth. I must leave this letter To prepare the tea And will continue What the time may be. It’s time to mount my bicycle And push the weary way To playreading and singing. As on each Tuesday The wind is South and very cold, The sky is clouded o’er, .And a little sports car Is all that I wish for, Then I’d travel up there In comfort and in case, Never seeking shelter From hail beneath the trees. But, Hub, I must stop writing, Much love this note contains, I must don my coat and hat And rest my weary brains. Love to Betty in Feiiding, To Dorothy Perkins, too, I send regards and thank you Just as I say adieu. Powder and Patches. We could hardly contain ourselves waiting for your news. You have a wonderful record, P. and P., and the Page is very proud of you. The party is going to be a great success I am sure. Hongotea. Dear Hub, —I am sending a story called “Bucky and Bo.” On Thursday my brother caught a baby rabbit it had a nice white tail. I can’t think of any more so I will close. Nutty. As you will see Nutty, your little story has found a little corner. PUN CORNER PIDDLES Q. What has teeth yet never eats? A. A saw. Q. Which boot do you put on last? A. The “left” one. Q. When has a boy four hands? A. When he doubles his fists. Q. What business never progresses? A. The stationery business. Q. Why is a coward like a kettle that leaks? A. They both run. Q. What relation is a doormat to a door? A. A step-father (father). Q. From what can you take the whole and have some left? A. The word wholesome. Q. Why is the letter A like honey suckle?

A. Because it is followed by the B (bee).

Q. What piece of money do you double by taking away half? A. Halfpenny. Q. What is it that is often brought to the table, cut, but never eaten? A. A pack of card. Q. Who is worse off than a coffee planter who hasn't a bean? A. The perfumer who hasn’t a (s) cent. Q. What is the difference between a burglar and a wig? A. One has false key?, the other false locks.

THE LEPER WHO NEVER DESPAIRED

A Scout's medal of merit has been awarded to Scoutmaster Ooi Peng Guan, of Penang, for courage and fortitude beyond praise. He was a leper. Iu that word is expressed all that the world holds of isolation and lament, but that was not what Ooi thought. He was seized with leprosy about 14 years ago, when he was a patrol deader of the Fox Patrol of the 2nd Penang Troop, and was sent to the leper homo on Jerejak Island. Instead of moping or lamenting his misfortune, he set about forming a Boy Scout troop among the boys of the leper settlement. He begged clothes and uniforms from his old troop of Scouts in Pcnaug; and so well did he organise his Scouts that they increased continually in numbers. Before Ooi came they had a dismal outlook on life. He taught them how to keep their courage up, as ho had done. He was cured of his leprosy while his task was still in progress, but he would not leave Jerejak Island. There too works in the Government infirmary, anil there he still superintends his Scouts,

LILY or LAGUNA HAS MUCH TO SAY ApitL Dear Hub, How is this weather treating You and the Den and Cogs! Each morn here sees us greeting Winds, rains and fogs. Although to day was wintry I went for an uphill tramp, Although the air refreshed me I came homo ‘‘sort of damp." | -’Tis a tl violet-season’ 7 here, Hub, And outside our back door They grow, and as we pick them They flourish more and more. A lot of the local gardens Have many a violet bed, 'Tis sure a pretty sight, Hub, | One sees when one is led Towards their fragrant beauty In some secluded spot, lOr in a mingled posy, i When they seem like a violet blot. |Last night I went “a-filming," | ’Twas “Sensation" a newspaper thrill, j The murders and mysteries were

mysteries Until the unlucky had to 4 4 spill. ’ 9 The actress was Margaret Wyner, John Lodge was the leading man, I didn’t like the actress, (I was never a film star’s fan). On Friday I went to a dance hall, The night was not over warm, Indeed in the eve came a snowfall And we all went home in a storm. I was nearly going to say “ taxi,’* But taxis up here aren’t in date, We either walk or are “lifted,’* By neighbours, in a grand state. The funds we collected that night, Hub, Were for children of Chinese parts, Where at present the East war is raging, Bringing grief and breaking theii

hearts. We had quite a jolly evening, With cards, social and dance, The music and floor were perfect, And our spirits, too, per chance. I sang two songs as an interlude, (They were more suited to a dance), First, 14 Rainbow On the River,” And lastly, “Heres to Romance.’* Most of the folks here are 4 4 weasels, ” At least they’ve been nick-named so, Nearly every home’s entertained measles, Whether willingly or not, I don’t

know. And where I am at present, The baby girl developed spots, We weren’t quite sure it’s measles Or teething rash like red dots. Of course this means that I’ve quitted From school for perhaps a fortnight, And although I object “very muchly,” It seems the only thing right. Each night or noon to be exact, I and rov girl friend go working, We have to keep the school tidy, So don’t have the noons off for shirk-

ing. I have been sitting beside the 44 wood-

eater, ’ ’ Seemingly for a fair time, Writing in uneven metre, And maybe in uneven rhyme. So I think I will “close down” this letter, For the dust man is wielding his powers, They’re winning for two nights run

nmg, I’ve been out till the 41 wee small

hours.” And with my usual parting I send the Cogs and you, Until I write again, Hub, Accept my fond adieu. Lily of Laguna

Your letters improve each week, Lilj of Laguna, and we are proud of our rhyming Cog.

A STORY BY BUBBLES FURRY’S PARTY Mary lay on her back in the cornfield while the tall ears of wheat whispered about her. Suddenly she was surprised to hear a squeaky voice call “Mary, Mary, all the inhabitants of the cornfield are holding their annual party. Would you like to join us?” Mary sat up and blinked in sheer amazement for the speaker was none other than a little brown mouse. “I would just love to. Please may I comet” said Mary.

44 0 f course,” said the little brown mouse, whose name she had learned was Furrv.

Mary found that she was a little smaller than Furry now, and that the wheat was surprisingly tall. Then Furry spoke just as they reached a big hole. 4 4 This is my home, and the place where the party is to be held. Welcome to Cosy-borough, Mary.” They walked through a long passage which opened out into a very cosy ait-ting-room in which were assembled many other mice. When Mary entered they all stood up and said “Welcome, Mary. ’ *

In a few minutes they were all eating a most delicious meal of cheese and wheat cakes. After tea they had wheat in the husk, races similar to our egg and spoon races, and one of these Mary won. The prize was a piece of cheese which she slipped in her pocket. After that they had blind-mice buff and the fun was fast and furious from one game after another until it was soon time to go home. Then Mary did her mouse hostess good-bye. Bang, a deaining sound, she was lying on her back in the corn field. Her visit to 44 Cosy Borough” had been nothing but a dream, but there was & tiny piece of cheese in her pocket.

Dear Hub, —Hasn’t the weather been cold lately? We have had snow up here but so far it has been no more than two inches, but I’m sure that’s enough. Hub, do we get prizes for the nature study scrap books or not? I am still doing lessons at home, but it will soon be holidays so we will have some fun then I hope. Don’t a lot of people seem to have the measles, Hub? None of us have got them yet and I don’t think I want them either. Well, I think I will kavo to say cheerio to you and all the Cogs.

Snow Queen,

P.S. I am sending a little knitted woollen singlet for the Treasure Chest. I didn’t make it though. Mum did.

Many thanks for the lovely little woolly singlet, Snow Queen. Your prize will have arrived before you see thia letter.

Kangiwahia.

Dear Hub, —I have not received my badge yet, Hub. Do you think it might have gone astray? We are playing basketball against Apiti on Saturday and I think we will have a hard match but I hope we succeed. The following Saturday week we will be playing Cheltenham. My sister, who is working in Auckland had her 21st. birthday on the 16th of this month. She had a lovely party where a golden key was presented to her. Powder and Patches can rhyme, can’t she, Hub? 1 am sending in some used stamps as I said I would.

Dewdrop.

Very many thanks for the stamps, Dew drop. I have posted you another badge and hope it does not go astray.

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Manawatu Times, Volume 63, Issue 184, 6 August 1938, Page 13

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P. AND P. PENS HER SOOTH LETTER Manawatu Times, Volume 63, Issue 184, 6 August 1938, Page 13

P. AND P. PENS HER SOOTH LETTER Manawatu Times, Volume 63, Issue 184, 6 August 1938, Page 13

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