TO OUR CIRCLE

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXV, Issue 17756, 17 September 1927, Page 12

TO OUR CIRCLE

ftearest Little Friends o? Mme: I have been doing nothing joi me minutes, except stand in i■ iitv 'window, "takii several deep b > (Ed count a flock of wild ducks slowb Winging their way northwards I ™ ■Wbu could have seen the peiLiet little wcture they made—their swift-movi g wines whipping the quiet air, anci Sem dark bodies silhouetted dearly ieainst the sunset sky. Have you ever & a flock of birds? know the say the saying goes A et, Windy, - wet, dry, ivindj, Over again until you come to the last bird. I counted fourteen ducks, and 'the last one came to “dry. So I hop_ ■that old-fashioned weather P ro P ll Will hold true for line warm v eatliei is what we all want at present. I wonder if you have over discoreied how refreshing it is to stand P« fe °*Jy Still for a minute or two aftci you have been working hard, and take several deep breaths of lies 1 an. just—but I did not intend to tell you how to take breathing exercises, a. how to count a flock of birds, cither, when I started my Tetter. Jhougli it your pen will persist m I ' u | ni | with you, as mine docs, what aio jo home from—the place where I spent my holiday—yesterc a " wanted to sit down and write to . straight away. Hut when 1 wah.eU into my writing room and saw tn . enormous pile of letters lying m P of inv desk, well, 1 knew n>\ Mix would have to wait awhile. As soon as I had my tea I shut myself up in my room, picked up my little papei hnite, and set to work. I had a pericct oi of letter-opening, for a .who o week s mail had accumulated while I had b .cn awav holiday-making. Vi hat a busy evening I had! And how I ei.joved myself. Like most people, old .ml young, I would much sooner read letters than answer them, am- your lettei s •telling mo all about your lio idays, "cu.. very interesting 0110 s indeed. opened and read letters, put uow names and addresses .into my “tire o ALcmbei s and “Birthday” hooks, and sorted out riddles and jokes and designs lor Uui Brooch” till the clock struck eleven. Then someone came and knocked at my door and tokl mo J would lose all m.\ beautv sleep if I did not put away niy letters and go to bed. 1 made the remark most people make ‘ J hat- J had no beauty sleep to lose. Nevertheless, as I had yawned six timesm Jess than half a minute, fOh Hear! i should not have told you that—it Bounds terribly lazy) 1 thought it was time I locked up your letters in my little brown desk, and left them to Bpend the night with my idea Box, jnv pen and ink, and my big red dictionary'. As soon as I was up this morning I started opening letters again. Indeed, I really think 1 should send my paper knife away lor a ho iday. But I know it enjoys its work as much as I,do. And so you see, this is the lirst .spare moment J. have had to write to jyou. At least, J had live spare minutes, but I have already told you how i spent them. „ . , T And now', where do you think x jtvent for my holiday? 1. hope .you are jiob guessing too hard —for I have just remembered one or two little ■tilings l must tell you first. Ha! Hal I am not really a "naughty Peter Pan, little people, hut 1 do love to make you yvonder. , , . I am vein' pleased at the way designs for Brooches and Badges are pouring in. Some of you are regular little aitists. and your drawings are very clever indeed. I dread the thought of judging the designs, lor J. have over three hundred already, but I wifi do my best to let you know tho results next Saturday. Several little people have been very disappointed because their let tors were not published or answered the Saturday a iter they wen: written, and J. want to tell you all that oaeli letter has to wait ils turn. So you must not mind if vour letter has to lie in the “Waiting Box” for a, woclc or two. Of course 1 would love to answer them all immediately, Init as our page does not possess about fitly columns I know you vi’l realise that that is quite impossible, and not he disappointed when you do not find a reply to your Jotter m next Saturday’s page. Some of you have written to me asking if you could change your pen-name to one you think you like hotter. Mlicn you do that I have to search through the pages of my big address hook till I come to your original nom-de-plume, and then I have to cross it oat and Hvrite in the new name. This is very confusing—so I fnTnlc it would be a very wise plan indeed if you made it a rule not to change your pen-names. Most of my “Circlians” have chosen exceedingly pretty and original nom-de-plumes, and I think it is a sliamo when you suddenly decide to ask for a new name just when I am beginning to know you by your old one. My pen is just longing to start and tell you about my holiday, but really, much as I would ]iko to, I must not let it run away with me this time, for I Snow the Planter Alan is waiting for tips letter. So I will have to keep flic Story of my holiday safely locked away in my “Idea Box” till next Saturday. The Best of Good Wishes, from Your Own, PETER PAN.

LITTLE LAUGHS. Going into an ironmonger’s shop, the amateur gardener asked the man of iron: “I want a nice sickle. Have you one?” "Don’t keep icicles,” replied the man of iron, “try the fishmongers.” (Sent by Geoff. Maslin, Timaru). A Smart Answer. Housewife: “Have you any eggs that you can guarantee I won’t find chickens in?” Sifiall Grocer’s Boy: "Yes. ma'am. Ducks’ eggs.” (Sent by Charles Robertson, Timaru) A boy meeting an old woman driving a herd of asses called out: “Hello, Mother of asses.” “Hello my son,” was the reply. That’s Settled. Wife: “I think we should have a new car. Husband: “I’m perfectly satisfied with the old one.” Wife: "Pine! Then I can have the new one.”

PETER PAN'S LETTER.