AN OLD-TIMER KNOCKS

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 74, Issue 138, 13 June 1931, Page 16 (Supplement)

AN OLD-TIMER KNOCKS

Dear Wendy. -Am I an old Wendyite? 1 feel pretty ancient, so I guest; I am. That is the reason for this letter you see, for being so “Methuselah-ish,” 1 thought 1 would join in the re-union of the old-timer.-. Hope I'm eligible. I really think 1 am a real old-timer as it is about four or five years since 1 first wrote to you. By the way. is rnv memory playing tricks, or di<l you’ really award me three whole marks last time I wrote? I think you did. so though it is rather late. 1 thank you very, very much for them. There is a wild, wicked wind blowing right merrily just now. It is no pampered, timid little zephyr to "whisper shy secrets to the gay flowers, and play daintily 'mid the grass. Rather would it put its strength against the massive pine, and when it finds some by-gone forest king it loves to batter and bluster till the once proud monarch measures its length upon the ground. I’m glad it can't push me over though, unlike the trees it wouldn’t affect me much because 1 could get up. A tre< could hardly do that. At least I’ve yet to see one that could. Don't 1 ramble? All that about nothing. Methinks 'tis old age creeping on (ahem!) I liked “Madcaps first “Awful Moment" very much, and I’m looking forward to the rest. She is a wizard with her pen, isn't she. Wendy mine? Fancy "Orient” joining the ranks of the benedicts without letting even his offsider, “Occident know. I guess “Occident will have to fol-

low hie example now. Do let us all know when you do so, “Occident,” so that we can send you our very best wishes—that’s about all I could send. I'm in a chronic state of bankruptcy just lately. Ah me! 1 bet I haven't got that on my own these days. Isn’t it decent, Wendy, to get newof “Old Gran” from “Josephine McN ?” I do hope her hand is getting better. I wonder who will win “Madame X.’s” competition? I think I had better congratulate the lycky Ites now, as I don’t suppose I’ll be able to write for a good while. Well, dear, I really must go now, so best love.—Yours lovingly, “STAR OF THE DESERT,” Hunterville. P.S.—Age—seventeen years (not so very ancient after all, is it?) Come in old-timer. I can assure you of a right royal welcome. Goodness, but where have you been this long while? I did award you marks, yes, and you deserved them, too, for your bright letter. “Madcap” is a real wizard indeed, but I know someone also who wields a pen not entirely devoid of a rare humour, either. Even if all our "Occident” received was our good wishes he would be lucky, would he not ? It was splendid indeed to have word from “Old Gran.” We feel loet without her wise counsel, don’t we? Cheerio and kindest regards.—Wendy.