JACKO FINDS THE GUY

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 73, Issue 424, 15 November 1930, Page 19 (Supplement)

JACKO FINDS THE GUY

For days Jacko had been making himself a nuisance to the neighbourhood with his noisy Chinese crackers. They had been bought for November 5, but long before Guy Fawkes Day the supply had given out, and he hadn’t a penny to buy more. “Mind you turn up to-night,” said his friend Chimp when the Fifth at last came round. “We’re going down to the beach to make a rare old blaze. Bring all tho stuff you can lay youi hands on.”

“That’ll be precious little,” muttered Jacko, thinking Jiarn. “Want any errands done. Mater?” Jacko asked hopefully. “I don’t think so, dear,” je’jHd his mother, “but it’s v-jty though! ful ot you to ask-” Which sent him off looking the picture of despair. As ho went along a noisy little crowd swung round the corner carrying a guy. They pushed past him, shouting “A penny for the guy!” “That’s the idea!” exclaimed Jacko. He ran all the way home, and dashed into the house just sm his mother was on the point of leaving it. “Keep your eye on Ba’iy, Jacko,”

she called out. “I’ve sent him opstairs to wash his face. The naughty child has been playing with the coals.’’ “Soap! You have made a mess of yourself!” said Jacko when he caught sight of the culprit- “You’re a regular guy. ’ ’ “Guy Fawkes-” cried Baby, highly delighted. “By Jove! The very thing!” shout ed Jacko. “Come on, Babs! I’ll dress you up and run you round the town.” And so he did. But round the corner they ran into their mother. Poor mother Jacko had the shock of her life. What Jacko felt when father efttne home was more than a shock—it was a regular earthquake.

“HUT'S NIECE,” Waituna West.— Oh, hut just where have you been hiding all this time, my dear. I have looked for you everywhere, but couldn't spy you anywhere. lam ever so pleased you have at last come from out your hiding place. I hope mother spends a happy time while on her holiday at Tangimoana. Hovy nice to stay with our “Mark.” What jolly times you will have together. I thought our “Xmas Snowball” was going to he lost, dear, but he has decided to’ still write. Isn’t it lovely of him? “Mark” was lucky to go to the show, wasn’t ho? —Wendy. “FANCY FREE.” Waverley.—How jolly of you to write this week, my dear. Well, sometimes I think our “Hut's Bachelor’’ must he a lovely man. and again T think, well, how can ho bo when ho has our “■White-Forget-me-not” and Co. keeping their eyes upon him. It is lovely to have so dear an olj lady as our Fairy Godmother with us in our Hut. T will ho sure and tell her to bo present when Santa Clans fills your stocking to see that, he fills it right to the very top, too. “Golden Splendour” really wonders if you are sure you have discovered her identity after all. —Wendy. “SILVER PINE,’’ Westmere.—How pleased I am to have your welcome letter this week, my dear. I wondered how you fared of late. 1 hope you are now quite well again, dear. My, but what a chapter of accidents has befallen you of late. Goodness, and I see you wore on your way to “Christmas Rose’s” birthday party when your pony threw you. Next week I shall ask Sir Ernest Endeavour to publish his list who have gained further Orders of Merit. I won lor if either you or “Elfin Fairy” will win one first? Yes dear, time passes and it seems hardly creditable that you have been writing to mo for three years, does it? I was not able to attend the service after all, dear, as another demand made upon my evening pre vented me.—Wondy.

“JOLLY WARATAH,” Hunterville. —I will send you a badge, dear. 1 trust it arrives safely. Let me know, won’t you? Sometimes our Mr Printerman is very hard pressed for room, und is forced to hold over some of the letters. .[ have told him you did not mind, and he just smiled, so that -s jolly, isn't it? If you sent your letters through me, dear, they would have reached their destination safely, md I expect you will soon hear from them. It is a shame “Slow Coach” has not been well of late. However,

I see she has jus' spent a happy time at the school concert, so let’s hope she is now quite well and happy again. It is so wretched to bo ill, isn’t it? What a jQlly time our “Tottic” will have. I hope she tells me all about thn concerts. It will be lovely to be able to don our summer dresses, won't it? Our Sir Weather Clerk has begun to behave a little better of late, hasn’t he?—Wendy.

“TE MATA,” Putiki. —Oh, and here you are, too, dear. So pleased to have your letter to-day. Yes, perhaps you have caught a cold in your neck. I hope it will soon be quite well, for a stiff neck is most uncomfortable, isn’t it? Hope the club wi.ll have a fine afternoon this day for their opening. Wretched when it rains every time, isn’t it? I do not know of any Itc in hospital at present, dear. It is so good of you to inquire though. “Red Ball” does write splendid stories, doesn’t he? I hope our “Taukatau” will soon write for I am anxious to hear from her again after her tour. Oh. and so the “Hut’s Jester’’ has discovered your pen-name, iShe js still a jester, too, I see. I shall not attempt another swim yet awhile. B-r-r-r-r! but it was cold indeed. How lovely to have a garden at school. 1 think that fine, indeed.—Wendy. “TOPSY,” Westmere.—Why, dear, hut this is a wonderful surprise. I could not help but wonder what could havo happened to you of late. lam ever so pleased you have written. Oh, I expect our Weather Clerk will be sure to semi us some lovely days for Christmas. The flowers are so beautiful, aren’t they? I do love their gorgeous fragrance, too. White again soon, won’t you?—Wendy.