“MISS SOUTHLAND” TELLS OF EXPERIENCES MET WI TH ON FRIEND’S 1 ARM

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 71, Issue 291, 8 December 1928, Page 19 (Supplement)

“MISS SOUTHLAND” TELLS OF EXPERIENCES MET WI TH ON FRIEND’S 1 ARM

Dear Wendy,—l don’t know how often T am supposed to v..ii< to y i. I>rjt I find that it is quite a while since I last wrote. We have been having fait!/ r.i»e lately, but to-day it has turned cold again. To-night it is stormy. i-i our annual A. and I’. Show. We are having new grounds this year, mn-l • a!. / I-.- ' ■ o'»asion, so I hope the day will be fine to tep oil’ <v< rything. I prenHy </.,■ / y,<>r Wendyites’ letters; in fact, some are most interesting. I wa rca'lin;: I . '-rr.'Not’s” letter to-night, and she was writing about her schooldav I *o h«ar about one's schooldays is one of the greatest things out. lam a bit am. .< f rr./•« .(. hut in school 1 never thought it safe enough to play too big a p.ank. I a/ rr. < . • when out of school. 1 wonder if any of the Wcndyite- have had ti . their faces blackened? I have. While visiting an old school-rna! u-'. I / .i. p . .. ing some of my usual pranks, and of course, while making my way to day, was seized and had my face blackened. Every where 1 v. .nf t<> ’. . ■■: tt. / face these dreadful brothers of my school male would follow me, and it f ’ . it off they would blacken my face again. Hard luck, wasn’t it? Ai.-. tt.': I derived while staying there, too, was to be locked in the chair /oom. My mate ;>.' ■! I .■ . been out all day watching the process of haymaking, and tn retuiiiin - .■.< «• urn. a ride on the old cart horse. Of course, my mate’s brother took it. ai.d half way up the mad, stopped and asked us ii we would care for a rid*-. E >ry tinw* would try to get on the horse’s back, this <lt* adfui brother would gr.<- the I.'.r-o * n.;>p. which of course sent us sprawling. We retu: ned to the stable, terribly indt-znai ‘. We wouldn't speak to him, so he grabbed us and .‘tuck us in the chaff bo.-r, and ti.*r. : at on the lid and started singing. When we were released we didn’t venture near him all day. You will be getting quite bored by my experien.es, so I will tell you one of dad'-. In the winter time mum decided she would co for a holiday. Dad, you know, tak< terrible bilious turns. Anyhow, one night he had one of these dreadful turns, and going to th..- cupboard, proceeded to take a dose ot brandy. Well, to make a long str.rv short, mum returned a week la'.cr, and going to the cupboard, remarked to dad: “Why Dad. where's my bay rum disappeared to?” Dad, of course, had taken it in mistake for the brandy. hram.y ir.he of course mils’, have thought it was brandy. Well Wendy, I think 1 must close. Please would you ask "z\rohanui” if he would care to write to me? Hoping you and your happy hand are well. From your sincere Wcndyite, “MISS JTHI.-’u'mD,” Wyndham., 1 am so pleased you have written to mo this week, my dear. I hope the weather ret! '■ >!’■' ' ■ will l.e nice to h;. c the new grounds. 1 always like to hear ‘ : ’hey mal-e such interesting reading. Dear me, how dreadful to have your face hlr.cker.cd ; still it was only fun, and we must always regard these jokes in a sporting spirit. Oh. fancy being locked up in the chalf-bin. Goodness, what a joke you tell of your poor father. Just fancy drinking the bay rum in mistake for the brandy. I wonder just what were his innermost thoughts when he 1-arned of what he had done. ■ I will ask "Arohanui.” Wendy.