"CRAIZIE MAIZIE" COES A-SKATING

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 73, Issue 370, 13 September 1930, Page 19 (Supplement)

"CRAIZIE MAIZIE" COES A-SKATING

Dear Wendy,—Hello! Here I am again! I have had several late nights this week, and I'm dead tired, but I’m just writing while I feel in the mood, which isn’t often. I’m enclosing a snap of myself in this letter. I hope you won't think it too awful. I went to a fancy dress carnival last Tuesday evening. and had a "spiffing” time. I went as a gypsy and the boy I was with went as a pirate. I danced every dance, and my goodness. I was tired next day. I went to a masked fancy dress skating carnival last night, and had a lovely time. I went as a girl this time. I seemed to spend moat of my time sitting down hard on the floor. 1 suppose that’s why I had to be so cautious as to how I sat down to-day. “Young Wallingford’s” friend. “Horrors,” has a new motor cycle, a Norton, and Rod and “Horrors” were going for a motor ride, and they offered to take "Sea Sprite” and I with them, but really. Wendy, after making the acquaintance of that skating rink floor so many times last night I thought pillion riding was the last thing on earth I should attempt, so very regretfully declined the offer. I suppose you wonder where “Horrors” got his name from? Well, you see his real name is Horace, and if there’s one Christian name “Sea Sprite” hates it’s that. The first time Rod brought “Horrors” home “Sea Sprit*” was out, and she was just coming in the gate when he was going out so “Young Wallingford” introduced them. When “Horrors” had gone “Sea Sprite” said to Rod. “What did you say his name was?” Rod answered. “Oh, Horace,” and “Sea Sprite” exclaimed. “What ? Horace! Oh! Horrors!” and we’ve called him "Horrors” ever since. Well, Wendy, I’ll say au revoir for the present and remain, cheerily yours, “CRAIZIE MAIZIE,” Christchurch. So pleased to have your welcome letter this week, my dear. What a wonderful time you had at the carnival. I can imagine just how tired you must have been next day. We have a skating rink here also. Oh. I see. it is our “Sea Sprite” who gave “Horrors” his name. Poor Horace! Many thanks for the snap, dear. I shall place it .vnong all my other treasures.—Wendy.

“LAUGHING PRINCE HERBERT.” Taihane.—How lucky you are. dear. to stay with your aunty for the holidays. I am pleased to hear you enjoyed yourself. The little black lambs are such darlings, aren’t they? It was sad to hear that “Laughing Lilac” lost her home. Such a pity she lost all her treasures, wasn’t it? The weather has been glorious here also. Such bonny sunny days. We must thank our Weather Clerk for his kindness, musn’t we? You will miss feeding the calves when you have to return home, won’t you? Never mind, you will be able to look forward to the next, holidays with aunty and uncle. The puppies are most mischievous, aren’t they?—Wendy.

“SCARLET BEGONIA,” Hunterville.—l must tell you how sorry I am your letter was not in our pages last week, my dear. Mr Printerman could not get it in, and so today you have two answers in. I received the stamps safely, and I thank you so much for them. How lovely to have so many pet lambs. What pretty names have been chosen for them, too. I am glad you were able to go for a holiday and that you spent such a happy time. The spring flowers are beautiful, aren’t they? I do love their delightful fragrance. What a lovely party you were driven. What a wretched bird that hawk was to spoil the goose’s nest and eggs.—Wendy.

“CHERRY BLOSSOM SPRIG,” Fordell.— How pleased I am to have your welcome letter this week, my dear. I hope “The Heir” received a surprise also to see he had won a mark. He must continue to work hard and gain some more. I hope you are enjoying your holidays, dear, and are keeping well.— Wendy.

“OUR ANNIE LAURIE,” Buckland.—How jolly of you to write this week, my dear. I wondered how you fared of late. The Museum here in Wanganui is a fine building, isn’t it? I have visited the Auckland Museum, too. How« lucky you were to go to the Winter Exhibition. Give my love to your little sister and brother, won’t you? The Chums do have great games. Richard and Gwen are always quarrelling, aren’t they? Jacko is always up to some mischief or other. He never seems to be able to keep out of trouble. does he? I will see if I can get you a pen-friend.—Wendy.

“THE HEIR,” Fordell. —Many thanks, my dear, for your kind inquiry. I am keeping quite well, thank you. My, but hasn't our Weather Clerk sent us some cold weather lately ? Yes, “Cherry Blossom Sprig” told me she made herself ill by spinning round. She must not do that any more. How lovely to have a scooter.—Wendy. “TWINKS,” Bulls.—So happy, dear. to receive your welcome letter this week. I wondered what could have become of you of late. Oh. and so you have been away on your holidays. I do hope you spent a happy time. I wonder where the calf con be. The twin lambs are such dear, wee creatures. aren't they? Dear me, you surely did not throw the birds’ eggs at each other ? I cannot remember the name you mention, dear. Was he an Itc?—Wendy.