D.L.F. DOINGS IN SHOW WEEK.

Otago Witness, Issue 2779, 19 June 1907, Page 83

D.L.F. DOINGS IN SHOW WEEK.

AT THE WITNESS OFFICE AND THE

PALACE HOTEL. (June 7, 1907.)

Dear Dot and Little Folk,— Go Hon extorted a promise from me to write a report of tine doings of the L.F. on the afternoon of Friday, June 7 — at least of those who assemb.ed at the Witness Office that day; so you must blame him if it is but. a poor idea of the good times we had that you gathelr from this letter; but I will do my best, and no one can do more than that. Well, when I reached Dunedin on Friday morning, I was not aware that there was to be a D.L.F. group taken, for our Witness had. by some unaccountable means, not arrived, so I had not seen the notice to that effect. However, I met two D.L.F., ana inquired of them about it, and being informed that the group was to be plhotograped at 2.30 p.m., I wended my way to the Dunedin D.L.F. Clubrocm, where a large number of town and country D.L.F. had already gathered. After having a number of introductions to various D.L.F., we joyfully departed to the portion of the building w^ere the photograph was to be taken. I think that operation is generally a troublesome one — for the photographer. When we were all seated, and waiting for the genial photographer's " Now, just keep steady for a moment, please ; don't move, two or three of the Dunedin Club boys could be heard exclaiming : " Can I sell you •. ticket for our social to-night?' " No, I already have one, thanks," would be the invariable response. "Ah, sold again!" one of the ticket-holders was heard to mutter. The photographer's " Don't move, please," again broke in, and in a second or two he had secured two photographs of us. I hope they are a success, as everything went off well, except that I blinked my eyes just as we were snapped. The D.L.F. noms de plume were then taken, and we trooped back across the overbridge, through several departments of the Witness Office, down to the street, and thence up to the Palace Hotel, where, at the kind invitation of Dot, we partook of afternoon tea. The large room was placed at our disposal, and the presenoe of a piano made things very lively. Some 40 or 50 town and country D.L.F. sat down at the different tables, while Dot walked from one table to another, chatting pleasantly to us all. It was here where I saw for the first time and made the acquaintance of our Dot, who won the hearts of all with her charming personality. While tea and cakes were in course of consumption some of the musical members entertained the company with songs. Go Hon sang " I've had a good day to-day" (by special request). Cyclo favoured with a selection on the piano. Indian Chief rendered^ "Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?" and Soobie sang " When it's moonlight on the silvery Rio Grande.'^ All the items were nicely rendered, and were very much enjoyed. Altogether, a very enjoyable and merry aiternoon was spent. I think, if envy is allowed to exist in L.F. hearts, those who were so unfortunate as to be unable to attend the many pleasant meetings during Show Week in Dunedin will envy us who were present at them. I sincerely hope that every D.L.F. enjoyed him or herself ac thoroughly as I did, and I heartily thank the Dunedin L.F., whose kindness and sociability were responsible for the happy times I enjoyed while in town. lam sure all the visitors could sincerely say, at the close of Friday, 7th June, " I've had a good day to-day." There were, I think, about 40 D.L.F. at the annual group — not quite as many as were there last year. Now, Dear Dot and Little Folk, I know this is only a poor account of the happy afternoon's proceedings, and I know there are abler pens than mine that could have given a graphic description, but this will give you some idea, and if it is not up to the mark you will have to blame Go Hon. He insisted on my doing it. I will say no more now, but send my kindest regards and thanks to all the D.L.F. friends whom I met last week, especially A Mother's Lass, Stan, and Texas Jack, yourself, and the editor. — Yours truly, LADY ESLER.