“LAUGHING LILAC” LIVES UP TO HER NOM-DE-PLUME.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 71, Issue 219, 15 September 1928, Page 19 (Supplement)

“LAUGHING LILAC” LIVES UP TO HER NOM-DE-PLUME.

Dear Wendy,—For once in my life—only once—l have obeyed one of your rules, ani that is, as you’ll be surprised to see, I have written in ink! Anyway, I’m slowly and securely learning each rule one by one, so that’s not so bad, is it? I suppose you don't mind a mere improvement like that, do you? Never mind. Wendy, I know you will not get down-hearted as “practice makes perfect.” doesn’t it? To change the subject 1 shall tell you about the wretched weather we are experiencing just now. It’s raining cats and dog? here to-day (although I’ve only seen about three), but thank goodness it’s not raining tigers and lions, or those creepy, crawly spiders and those awful wriggly worms! Wouldn't we be in a fix? People would be climbing towers and buildings to escape from those fearful lions and tigers, and I suppose we Wendyites would be climbing tall trees to seek refuge. Or perhaps “The Mysterious Masquerader” would traverse the streets with a set of carvers under her arm ready any moment to start a fierce battle with her enemy I Then wouldn’t there be a memorable battle? Oh, but what would happen if her poor, tiresome chilbkjns were trodden on! My word, wouldn’t she hop and yell ? I should say that should that battle take place it would be recorded in history and would be headed thus: “The Battle of the Carvers and the Lion.” If I don't end that subject “The Mysterious Masquerader” will declare war on me! That would be worse still. While glancing over the Notice Board I saw where "Blue Gleam” wishes to write to me. Please tell her that I am unable to do so as I’ve got so many to write to. Ah, I see you have a npw Wendyite (or Wendy-lady) writing to you. My word, Wendy, she did tell you a story. She said was 39 years old. Why she was 39 years old nine years ago, so how can she be so now? She’s 48! Do you remember me telling you about a friend of ours falling over the school gate, and who looked north, cast, south and west to see if there was anyone about? Well, who do you think it was? Why’ ’twas nobody else, but “The Mother Who Smacks 1 hey all I” Oh, gracious, I forgot to thank you for awarding me those two highly honoured marks. I have now thirteen It’s not so bad for me, is it? Please forward my congratulations to “Snowdrop,” will you, Wendy ? I must now bring this weird letter to a close. I remain, yours affectionately— “LAUGHlNG LILAC,’’ Taihape. I am pleased to notice you are learning the rules, my dear. Your letter is ever so much better written in ink. It is easier for Mr. Printer to read. “The Mysterious Masquerader” would, I think be prepared for all eventualities. I am sure she will take you in good part. I will tell “Blue Gleam." •low, now, my dear, you must not divulge sc many secrets. Perhaps “The Mother Who Smacks They AH” may know some also. You have done well to earn so many marks.— Wendy.