Under the Totem-Pole

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 89, 6 July 1927, Page 14

Under the Totem-Pole

Chiefs and Braves

Little Spring Moon: I was so gHid to hear from this loyal young Birave. What a very' neat hand you writle. I hope I shall be able to publish raany stories and poems over jour very pretty pen-na.me. It will be splendid when you are able to become a Guide and I hope your ambition will soon be realised. Silver Dawn: Many thanks for your friendly letter. It makes me vary happy to have you for a Brave and I hope you will write to me just as often as you can. I shall be delighted bo inscribe the name of your girl friend on the Totem Pole and hope she wifi write to me soon. I have had no news of Eyes of the Morning this week, buti trilst she is better. Shining Paddle: Very many thanks for your interesting letter and contribution. I shall be pleased to have that news you have promised me for next week, as it would add great interest to the Guides’ Corner. Your company should be congratulated on so greatly assisting the Maori children in need of winter clothing. Rising Torrent: You will find your inspired message elsewhere in the Wigwam page. Greetings and good wishes. Singing Heart: Many thanks for your gift to the Wigwam.. It keeps this Brave evergreen in my thoughts. Blue-fringed Moccasin: Greetings and welcome to this new Brave. I hope you like your pen-name and that I shall hear from you very often. Are you a Guide as well as Silver Heel? Little Buffalo: Many thanks for your letter. X, too, saw that spectacular blaze. It was quite an hour before the firemen 'had it under control. Silver HeeP,: Your two letters have reached me safely and I shall endeavour to find a suitable book for you. I always enjoy letters written in the true spirit of! the Wigwam. Big Brown Bear: I was very glad to hear from you, but most sorry to learn that you have not been well. I hope my first Chief is now on the highroad to recovery and that before long you will again lift the flap of the WigN Eagle Featiher: Your beautifullytyped letter reached the Wigwam safely. Yoli are becoming quite an expert at the keys. I consider those competition entries very fine also and am glad you* enjoyed thalt particular page. Red Star: Many thanks for your charming letter. There will be more competitions at no great date. You must have some fine flowers in your garden and dlon’t you love the spring ones? I heard a wise man say once that narcissi and primroses always have a surprised look when first they open on the world, as though they are saying to themselves: “What have we here?” , „ Paddle Cairver: Many thanks for your letter and contributions. lam always pleased to hear from this keen Guide-Brave. Wigwam letters should be addressed to Redfeather, as Happy Town is a separate club. You will find something; of yours in this week s Guide Corner. Travelling Bear: Greetings to this good Scout-C’hief and many thanks for your contributions. You belong to a splendid troop and I am Jr u re you must enjoy the meetings. The Wi P -

warn is growing steadily and the track is becoming quite well-worn. I hope you will point out the trail to your scout friends, so that they also may meet each week under the Totem Pole as “children of the Wigwam.” Red Leaf: Many thanks for your long and interesting letter. I shall be looking forward to reading your essay. X, too, enjoy the musical patter of the rain. Cockle Bay must be a charming spot. I hope I shall be able to visit it sometime. Grey Wolf: Many thanks for your letter and your account of that long trek. Tou have been having a most unfortunate time, but I hope you will soon be quite yourself again. You are a faithful Chief to write to me under such circumstances. All good wishes. Silver Ripple: I was delighted to liave your letter and to know that you are now recovering. “Vigilant and swift to act” might be a suitable motto for your patrol. It seems to me very appropriate. You are having rnsiny fine successes with your guiding wG»rk and I hope you will add the child nurse badge to your others. I do not know where you could find a photograph of the church parade. The one I have was taken in the rain and is not very clear, but you would perhaps like that when you come to see me. Congratulations, to the Kingfishers on winning the work ribbon. Smsoke Plume: Very many thanks for your newsy letter. I am sorry to hear tliat there has been so much sickness in your family. The conclusion of your letter contains a fine creed to live up to and I shall use it in the Guides' Corner at no great date. I am always pleased to greet Smoke Plume lender the Totem Pole and hope you will write to me as often as you Hoverling Bird: Greetings and welcome to this, new Guide-Brave, who has found the trail to the Wigwam. I am sure you will find it a happy place and it will have an added interest with those other braves being in the same company. I hope many more of the Hamilton Guides will find the magic moccasins that bring the wearers unerringly to the door of the Wigwam. Bo you know Bone' Guide-Braye Red Star? Flying Cloud: Your cheery note reached me just in time to be answered undeu’ the Totem Pole this Wednesday and I am bracing myself to be ready for that letter next week. You have cautioned me to look out for it and I shall certainly do that. Rainy days will come, Flying Cloud, but oh, dont they male© us appreciate the “blue and gold ones?” Dancing Blue Water: I am delighted to inscribe the name of this new Brave on the Totem Pole and trust that you will be a frequent visitor to the Wigwam. It is unfortunate that you can no longer attend the guide meetings. What is the matter? Please tell me all ©bout it. Your warm praise for the Wigwam page is greatly appreciated. The increasing inscriptions, on the Totem Pole are standing evidence of its popularity. Salutations and good wishes. Little New Leaf: Your message has fluttered safely into the Wigwam. Many thanks, little faithful one. I agree with you that Wednesday is the one day of the week and shall be listening for your triple knock. A wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels; I am tired of brick and stone, and rumbling waggon wheels. I hunger for the sea’s edge, the limits of the land, Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand. —. Masefield.