“BILL” DISCOURSES UPON DISCORDS. SPILLS AND IMPOSITIONS.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 71, Issue 237, 6 October 1928, Page 23 (Supplement)

“BILL” DISCOURSES UPON DISCORDS. SPILLS AND IMPOSITIONS.

Dear Wendy,—l expect you will be surprised to receive a letter so soon again, buv I managed to scrape up a few minutes to write. I didn’t tell you that I learn music, did I, Wendy? Well, I have been learning for about five and a half years. I hadn't been for any exams, until I went to Ohakune to learn from the Sisters there. This is my third year with them, so I’ve been for three exams. I sat for one yesterday (the intermediate), lalk about being nervous, there wasn't a word for it. My knees were knocking, and my bands were shaking all over the place. I managed to pass with a score of 75 marks, so I didn tdo so bad. Isn’t it awful when you make a discord, Wendy? I made one and it sounded awful. I had never made the mistake before, and it was in a bar marked "very loud, ' so you can imagine the marks the examiner took off for that. Of course I'm all talk after I’ve passed, but I darent’s say "boo” beforehand. The Raetihi pupils had their exam, to-day (and a lovely day to have it on too, I don't think; something like yesterday, raining cats and dogs) and one poor girl is in bed with the measles, so she wasn’t able to sit. I’m something like “The Mysterious Masquerader” (to change the aubject). I have come some awful spillers off my bike, and talk about the stockings I ruin, n-hem. Jove, I’m a terror (as mum says). The other week I promised a girl that I would have afternoon tea with her up-town and promised to meet her at 2.30 p.m. Well, just as I was leaving who should turn up but some visitors. I won't tell you what I felt like, but it was going on for three o'clock before I managed to get away and I had a little adventure on the way. I was tearing along on my bike, and I thought I heard a car coming behind me. ho I turned round to have a look (of course) and as 1 did so I twisted the handles around, and my bike stopped dead, but I didn't, I kept going, and went shooting over the handle bars and finished up by slithering a yard or so along the road. It all happened so quickly that I didn’t know I had fallen off until I .started to pick myself up. (A bit Irish, aren’t I?) All the damage I did was to rip a hole in my stocking and knee, and scratched iny hands a bit, so I reckon I got off pretty lucky. I know one girl who was having n race with another person and in cutting the corner she went, across a grassy patch and hit a little stump sticking out of the ground ; she ended up in the chemist shop with her arm ripped and knee all cut. It. was n wonder she didn't break her arm, because it was an awful crash. Well, I must say this is a cheerful letter, talking of nothing else hut exams, and crasher.. “Laughing Lilac" hasn’t nil the lines on her own. 1 remember one time at school my gin friend and I had been up to some sort of mischief, and we were let off with 50 lines, so we just copied it out of a book, and handed it in. when to our surprise we got it handed back and told to go back to our seats and write 50 lines of blank verse. Golly, if we didn't stare, it was a caution, because we wanted to get out and have a game of basket-ball. That was only one of many, ro I think I had better switch this terror of a letter off. With lots of love and cor.grats. cn the way you have built this lovely Wendy Hut.—Your Wendyite, "BILL,” Raetihi. You had not told me before that you were studying music. I am delighted to hear that you did so well, my dear. The discord was due to your nervousness. You must try and overcome it. Rear me, what a fall you had. I am glad you did not. hurt yourself seriously. You might easily have done so. Your friend was fortunate. Impositions alwaya seemed harder when one was anxious to be out of school.—Wendy.