WENDY’S DRESSMAKERS

Taranaki Daily News, 11 March 1933, Page 16 (Supplement)

WENDY’S DRESSMAKERS

A PRETTY FRINGED SCARF. Tink has made Wendy a very pretty scarf, and Wendy says yoa really must make one like it. You’ll, need three-quarters of a yard of check house flannel, which costs a shilling the yard and is about twenty inches wide. Cut this piece in halves lengthways, and join the two pieces together as neatly as possible, so that you have a strip one-and-a-half yards long, and ten inches wide. Buy half an ounce of brown wool, and one ounce of bright green, to make the

trimming and fringe. Take a piece of cardboard three inches deep, and wind about three-quarters of the green wool round and round, as evenly as possible. Then cut through one side of the folded wool,-so that you have a whole heap of bits of green wool six inches long. These are for the fringe. Before you do anything else, turn in the long sides of the scarf and blanket-stitch them’ down, using the brown wool. Turn up the short sides and tack, but don’t blanketstitch them. Put on the fringe with a crochet-hook, this way. Take six strands of wool and fold them in half. Push you crochet hook through the hem of the scarf on the wrong side, quite close to the

edge, slip it through the loop of wool you have made, and draw this through the material. Now pull the ends of the wool over and through the loop as shown in diagram A. Pull tightly and the wool will look like diagram B. Diagram C shows you what the piece of fringe will look like on the right side of the scarf. Go along both ends of the scarf in the same way. Along the ends, two squares up from the fringes, work funny little pine trees to complete the trimming. Diagram D shows you how these are done—the trees are green satin-stitch, and the trunks are brown stem-stitch. You will find it quite easy to draw the. triangular trees directly in the squares on the flannel, and they won’t take very long ,to embroider. Wendy’s Dressmaker. A HERO OUT OF LIMELIGHT. SERGEANT RICHARDSON AND V.C. It is well-known that great modesty goes with great courage, but even among brave men there have been few so modest as Sergeant Richardson, V.C. He said nothing when an impostor went to the King’s garden party for V.C.’s as Sergeant Richardson and was congratulated on his glorious deed. Now he. has died in a Liverpool hospital. As a young man Arthur Lindsey Richardson went to Canada and joined the North-West Mounted Police. When the Boer War broke out he joined Lord Strathcona’s Horse and quickly became a sergeant. On July 5, 1900, at Wolve Spruit, about 15 miles north of Sttanderton, 38 of Strathcona’s men were attacked by 80 of the enemy. The odds were, hopeless and the order to retire was given. Sergeant Richardson’s horse was wounded, but, looking back, he saw a wounded trooper lying by a dead horse. Richardson turned, rode back through heavy fire, picked up the wounded man, and carried him to safety. It was this that brought him the V.C. Afterwards Richardson fell into poverty. He was too proud to take charity, even from his kinsmen, and because he could not meet them as equals in worldly fortune he vanished from their ken.

His V.C. would have been an asset in seeking for work, but he would not make a display of it. For 16 years he worked in the humblest ways in Liverpool. Another man went to Buckingham Palace in his name. Someone else died bearing his name. He said nothing till the truth was forced out of him in 1924. Then he retired from people’s eyes again. He did not want admiration, but he who had not feared death did fear pity.

Now he is gone, and his brave, lonely tale is over, and we may say of him that he won the V.C. twice over, once by his courage in War and again by his dauntless heroism to &e £ Beape.

It will be more than we can stand when the Great Slump ends to read Lord Beaverbrook explaining how his lordship ended it. We have no Depression in Los Angeles (says a correspondent there), but will admit we are having the worst boom in many-many years. A time seems to have come when we are not sure whether the way to end the Depression is to press down the accelerator button or the brake pedal. . Has there ever been a Depression like this before? somebody asked a great economist. Yes, said he, the Dark Ages; they lasted five hundred years! At last we shall get so used to the Depression that we shall forget we are depressed. It seems pretty well agreed that the peak of the Depression is passed, but the trouble is that it may be worse at the bottom. The Depression will' be worn out by 1934, we read. So shall we. We are sorry to disillusion you, but the corner round which Prosperity is turning has not yet been located. The best Depression joke will be the last. BLUE-EYED JANE. When blue-eyed Jane comes home from school Along the leafy, flower-decked lanes, Long shadows creep, sedate and cool, O’er hedgerows sweet with summer rains And little birds Give drowsy cries, While nodding flowers Close sleepy eyes. ’The foxgloves droop their graceful heads, The cuckoo-flower is fast asleep, While from their little grassy beds The star-eyed daisies shyly peep. The meadowsweet Dreams o’er the pool, As blue-eyed Jane Cpmes home foam school.