WOODLAND WHISPERS PHILOSOPHISES

Manawatu Times, Volume 64, Issue 153, 1 July 1939, Page 14

WOODLAND WHISPERS PHILOSOPHISES

Feilding. Dear Hub, —It is a long time since 1 last wrote to our Page, but at last I have an opportunity to pen you a few lines. Despite this fact, however, 1 uever fail to read the Cogs’ Page with interest, and indeed look forward eagerly to the Saturday morning’s paper. Naughty Marietta’s letters are always entertaining and she certainly deserve* commendation for her constant newsy rhymes that do so much to brighten our Page. I was ever so thrilled to see Rebecca Ann’s letter in tho Page a few weeks ago, and also to see that she remembered me. I used to write as “Scotch Lassie” then. Winter is surely upon us, and yet,. I never look forward to this time of the year with regret. Alany books picture winter with a flowing icicle-covered beard, grisly hair, and cruel grasping talons—altogether on unpleasant creature, who is ever eager to chill our bones, freeze our fingers, enwrap us in the meshes of despair and despondency. How much do the people forget! No mention is made of the cheery, ruddy-faced old fellow who brings bright crackling fires, good fellowship, the invigorating joys of strenuous exercise, and the gorgeous spectacle of snow-covered hills, and green, green grass. There is always an exciting expectancy about the winter season. It is just as if the plants are marshalling their forces, secretly, silently, to burst suddenly into growth in the spring. It always gives me a tremendous thrill to discover a modest cluster of violets peeping from some cranny, a primrose in some garden corner, the white purity of some early snowdrops. There is so much joy and surprises in winter if we would only look for it. Don’t you think it is the same with this dreary old world, Hub? Life holds so mau y joys to counteract its disappointments if we would only notice them. Like Naughty Marietta, I am of a dancing enthusiast. It is just lovely to sway to the strains of some dreamy waltz, soaring in the clouds for a brief few minutes, walking on air, and forgetting the trials of the world. I have such an exciting evening dress. It is a new one, and your Cog certainly is iu love with it. However, I have a nasty cold at present—so no dancing for me until my cold disappears. And now before ending this letter I would ask Naughty Alarietta if she has received my letter. I sent it to her old address, but perhaps it will have reached her by now. Kindest regards to all the Cogs and yourself, Hub. Woodland Whispers. It was delightful to find a letter from you Woodland Whispers, and your thoughtful letter makes a very valuable contribution to the Page. It was nice to have news of our Rebecca Ann, wasn’t it. She popped into see mo not so long ago and she was radiating good health and happiness. Kimbolton. Dear Hub, —I am writing to tell you about the snow we had here. In some places it was four inches deep. Wo started to make a snoAv-man after school but it got too dark so wo could not finish. I am enclosing a piece of poetry and riddles. Winter Rose. Thank you, Winter Rose. We are always grateful for contributions. You mus.t have had great fun in the snow,