CHEERY "LAUGHING LILAC" ATTENDS REUNION

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

CHEERY "LAUGHING LILAC" ATTENDS REUNION

Dear Wendy,—Thank you «o much f awarding me two marks for writing recently. I see several Ites have tried to solve the puzzle I sent in. “Nutlands" and “Sybil the Witch" solved it correctly, too. I saw “Yellow Jonquil’s” photo, in the Auckland Weekly News, a week or so back, so 1 have cut the photo, out and put it away. Do you remember when you judged some essays for a competition on, “Why I Would Like to Fly" and it was won by an Ite, "Is Me,” formerly of Wanganui ? Her photo, was taken together with Alfred Ansley, a competitor in the competition, who won a similar prize, and Major Cowper, the pilot. It; was > very good photo., too. and was printed in the same journal as was "Yellow Jonquil’s." Did you see it, Wendy? By the way. 1 wonder where “Is Me” can be? She has not written for ages. So “Anne ot Green Gables” has written again. I know who she is, Wendy, and also “Mrs Wishing-to-be and "Blue-eyed Roger.” I wonder if they know me? I am enclosing a motto, Wendy, which 1 hope will be suitable for our page. Well, a.; my newsbox is Exhausted 1 will close with a riddle and a joke. Here is the riddle which I think is very easy, so 1 suppose many will guess the answer:— Twelve apples hanging high,* Twelve men passing by, Each took one, so how many were left ? Pat was working for a farmer, who, one day said to him. “Could you hang this gate fo>- me Pat while I’m away ?” “Yoice,” said Pat. So the farmer left and Pat commenced his duty. On returning he said to Pat, "Well, Pat, did you manage to hang the gate?” “No I” said Pat. “I couldn’t get the rope around him, so I drowned the dive!." Poor Pat, he’s always in trouble and so ia Mike. Here is one concerning him. Mike was tired of life, so he thought the best thing to do would be to hang himself; so away he went with a rope over his shoulder in search of a suitble tree. At last be found a tree with a large over-hanging branch. He tied the rope securely around the branch above, and fastened the other end of the rope around his waist. He then commenced to swing out at great rate. Pat happened to pass by. and seeing Mike performing such a silly antic, he exclaimed, “What are you doing, Mike?” “Oh.” said Mike, “trying to hang myself." "Well,” said Pat, "that’s not the way to do it. Put the rope round your neck." “Oh,” said Mike, “oive tried that, but it hurts too much.” Well, I must conclude as it it> now becoming late. Heaps of love.—From your loving Wendyite, “LAUGHING LILAC," Taihape. Oh, so you also saw our dear little "Yellow Jonquil’s” photo, in the Weekly, too. I saw the photo, of the two prize-winning Ites, also. Alfred Ansley is our own “Charles Dickens." Do you remember his writings to our page? "Is Me" now resides in Invercargill. Manv thanks for the motto, riddle and jokes.—Wendy.