The Answer Bag

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 74, Issue 150, 27 June 1931, Page 4 (Supplement)

The Answer Bag

‘BROWN WALLFLOWER,” Taihape.— You see the answer to "Laughing Lilac’s” riddle is "each” and you have four of the five answers correct in "Gloaming's” name game. I “DEERSTALKER,” Tokomaru West. Ah. dear, I am ever so pleased to have your welcome appearance in our midst this weak. I will remind “Twinks” next Saturday if you have not received an answer to your letter by then. Hockey is a splendid game, but a fast one, is it not! Goodness, yes, one gets! plenty of hard knocks, but one must! only smile.—Wendy. “VALENTINE NA NINA,” Alataroa.—Yes, better late than never, dear. [ am so pleased to have you with us this Letterland Day. 1 will tell “Phantasy” and “Pertinette.” I can well imagine the excitement of mail day. I will ask permission of “Miss New Zealand.” How lovely to hoar from “Madame X” and “ Ramona Girl.” Did your cousin know that she had introduced you to “M.M.?” “M.M.” will be surprised when she mows who you are in our clan. How cold it has been ]of late. [ notice snow upOn the ranges, and Mt. Egmont is a picture indeed. * Your afterthought is correct. “J.D.” —Wendy. “HOP-A-LONG HOP,” Silverstream. —I am pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. “Mick” did deserve the title conferred upon her by Sir Ernest Endeavour. Her action in saving the life of her pal was in keeping with our traditions and code. The picnic will be hold when the warmer weather comes along. You may be home upon your holidays when the event takes place. I do hope you are able, to attend. Everyone will spend a jolly time, I am sure. Our host luck and wishes go with “O.K. Pal” in his Rugby attainments. He is one of which our Hut is very proud.—Wendy. “EMERGENCY NURSE, ” Ohingaiti. —So pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. Oh, but you have just . managed to gain entry before your fellow-Ites came in search of you. I wonder when “Minnie Mouse” will be discovered? You will receive a surprise- indeed. 3asketball is a lino winter game. You must let m-; know how the games proceed.—Wendy. “KELLY THE OUTLAW" NEARLY WEB-FOOTED Dear Wendy. -1 suppose I had better let you know that lam still alive. I have been going to write for a long lime, but I have been too busy. I saw "Baby” at a dance a while ago, and I am afraid she has a bad opinion of me, for she seemed to think I was going to run oil with her to my stronghold, but. she need . have no worries on that score. The fact is have to ?’ e Konf l now as ‘Our Sports Girl” has promised to become a member of the gang, and therefore it is she who is in danger of being carried off. and not "Bahs.” By the way, you might have a lot of Ites in and around Wanganui who know me. for 1 have lived there, and in fact, It wae in Wanganui that I received my nick-name. What is wrong with Mr Weather Clerk lately? I hope he has not got tired of hia job. If you see him you might mention that I am nearly webbedfooted. Well, Wendy, it is late and even an outlaw must sleep some time. Cheerio. — From "KELLY THE OUTLAW,” Ohingaiti. Very happy to have your welcome letter, dear. I wondered how you fared all these week*. Ah. so "Our Sports Girl” has agreed to join your gang of desperadoes (?). Yes. perhaps lots of our City Ites do know you. I'll deliver your message tn the Weather Clerk.- Wendy.

"BETTY BLY," Utiku. -How pleased I am to have your welcome letter this week, dear. I wondered if you had become ill or something equally dreadful. 1 hope you spent a happy time on your birthday and received lots of nice gifts. 1 am keeping quite well, thank you. I hope you are quite well and ; happy, too. Chicken-pox is a wretched illness, isn’t it? Yes, dear, do write again soon.—Wendy.

“KALU-KITE PAI" ABOUT AGAIN

Hello, Wendy,—At last 1 m permitted to a drop you a note. I'm sure you'll think I'm !' a nice one for writing making arrangements >’ for the picnic, and then (as "Madcap” says) b breaking myself up. Just as I was able to 1 limp about I went and got the measles. 1 t believe "Mick” told you about it, so Wendy, 11 keeping my promise re the picnic was out of the question. However, I'm on yie mend 5 again now, and hope to hold the picnic as h soon as the weather is warm enough. My y word, "Mick" has worked like a Trojan to c help me. In fact, 1 think that she it doing s ail the organising for me. Dear Wendy, t would you please thank "Hut's Humbug" and e "White-Forget-me-not ' for the beaulitul box .v of heather, carnations and violets that they \ so kindly sent me? 1 appreciated them very much. 1 see wnere "reruneue' and "An- | nette” say that wedding bells will be ringing ‘ for some ot our up-river lies. Do you Know, Wendy, 1 ueneve they win ring snorliy tor two ot our town lies, lor it wmspers are true ’ that 1 hear Im airaid our "VYniie rorgei-ine- ’ not" and "Huis Humbug’ will not remain a x bachelor ana spinster much longer. Wendy, wouid you put a notice on the xxotice boaiu for me please? Here it is, vvouiu you asn t ” w hite-iorget-me-noL' it sne would scud rue . the two songs named, "You Brought a rNew hind of Love to Me" and "Juove Made a| 1 Gypsy Out. of Me" . I’d be ever so gralelui if you would, Wendy, as L do so wane those songs. 1 intended writing to her tor tnem, but i lost her address. My word, "riorretie , did wake up some of our Wanganui lies, uid she not.' Did 1 ten you, Wendy, that last, time 1 was in Wanganui I met "Te Mata" and "Topsy'”/ They both are very nice gins. Oh, I see where "Bi-Nal” has joined the Hut. 1 believe he is a very mysterious lie. Now, I wonder if he is the boy known to a number of us as M.V.? The "ivi.” part of his name ( its a pet name "White Forget-me-not” bestowed upon him one evening at a t'utiki dance, there now, "Bi-Nai,” am I right? 1 think so. 1 must close now, Wendy, as "Hut’s Ullsider" wants to take this with him when he , and "Mick” goes to town. Heaps of love. Sincerely, "KIAU-KITE Pal,” Kauangaroa. That is right, dear, just as soon as the weather is suitable the picnic can be held. What crowds of Ites are going to attend, too. 1 will thank our thoughtful lies for their gift to you. How lovely of them. Ah, a whisper. Hush! White Forget-me-not” and "Hut's Humbug”? Well, I never. Yes, 1 will place the notice on our Board. My regards, dear.—Wendy. “STRANGER,'’ Marton. Many thanks for your wish, for my good health, dear. Yes, we do miss “Old 1 Gran’s” cheery messages each week, j How lovely of her to send you suw a i beautiful gift. Y’es, and “Inasmuch,-’ ' too, she. is a dear soul. I forwarded “Babs” Jette to “Montana” for her. How pleased I am to know that your health has improved a little, but your ; poor hands. How you must suffer, i and still, despite your great handicap • you write a merry note. What a long day it must be for you. 1 often wish < you had bomeou; with you all the time. Yes, always be sure, dear , “Stranger,” that even though we live r in a Land of Make-Believe, I am al- 1 ways thinking of you and asking the good Father to help you. How ex- ■ cited “R.N.,” of Montana must have been when he made his flight in the ’plane. The bulbs do look lovely, and ! their fragrance is gorgeous, too.— i We ndj;.

"DADDY'S LOUDSPEAKER” SEES BIRTHDAY CAKE

Dear Wendy,—Hullo! How are you? Thank you for that mark you gave me. Will you pleas© thank "Thistledown” for the coupon for me? Tuesday: If an aeroplane came along and a bird got in the aeroplane’s way, the bird would fly underneath and ho get out j of the way. Wednesday: Did you see "Mickey the Mouse's” birthday cake? I did. I would like a piece, wouldn’t you? This is all this week. Love to all. A big lova for vou. Wendv, "Old Gran” and "Old Ben.”— From "DADDY'S LOUDSPEAKER.” Wan- , 1 am quite well, thank you. dear. I am so pleased with your letter. You will be a splendid scholar, I am sure. The birds keen out of the way of the ’planes, don’t they? 1 saw the cake "Mickey the Mouse” had for his birthday. Wonderful, was it not? I would have liked a piece, too. —Wendy. “AVE MARIE,” Utiku.—So pleased to have you with us this week, dear. What a splendid idea. An arts and crafts class at your school will bo an asset. You must tell me about it later. Yes, you are fortunate in having a teacher of such qualification. How sorry you will be to lose your headmaster. “Madcap's” episodes are jolly, aren’t they? What a lot of coupons to save. No. I have not yet found a gift during Welcome Week. I’ll have to hurry if L am, because to-day is the final day. —Wendy. “THISTLEDOWN,” Waverley.— L wonder how soon you tvill discover “Merry Aroha’s” identity? Yes, do put on your thinking cap and discover our as yet unknown Waverley Ite. Now, if you repeat “ Florrctte’s’’ activity in respect to our city Ites among- your coItes. we will have a large mail from Waverley. 1 hope “Yellow Blossom” soon writes again. So “Madcap” makes you laugh. I will tell her you will be her pal. No, she won’t go dig-, ging spades into you. If you exceed : our merry Ito in weight and height, then she will find it difficult to hanging you upon a hook. She may do so with the pen though, so beware!—Wendy. “BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND,” Wainui.—How pleased I am to have your letter, dear. Goodness, but I 1 hope your baby sister is soon quite well again. Poor wee mite. It would seem that tho good Father needed your crippled cousin and called him to Him. She will bo happy now, dear. ! You are lucky to have hens laying at I present. Eggs are so dear, are they | not? I am keeping quite well, thank I you, and I hope your cold is soon bet- | ter. Wretched, things, are they not? I Mr ’Flu Germ is ever so busy lately.—Wendv.

“HEATH" OF OLD BRIGADE TROOPS IN Dear Wend>, Just another truant Ite trying to creep back to the ranks unnoticed. But it can’t be done. (Oh, no, Sir Richard, Wendy sees mo and wants to know why 1 am absent without leave). Well, Wendy, L can truly say 1 have been meaning to write for a long time. I have had an envelope addressed to you for three weeks (point of honour). Now, for some news. "Querida Mio” and I tramped out to the farm on the King'd Birthday. It took uh three and three-quarter hours. Haw J’Lmoeent.” "Crimson Clover" and lip-top. They haven't written to you for ages either. What has become of "Our Australian Sweet Breath O' Heaven”? I have written twice to her and have not (as yet) received any reply. I hope no ill-luck has befallen our fellow-ite. - Madcap” certainly has some “moments.” Some advice, "Madcap”: "It’s moments like these you need Minties” The city lights look lovely from Dune Hill, don t they, Wendy ? It was a big Re-union last week, wasn't it, Wendy? 1 | think the Hut's eong will have to be "Where are the Ites of the Old Brigade” unless we write more often. I am going to try to write at least once a month. I had hoped o K ., to the picnic, but I’m afraid I can’t w<Vbt luck. Now, "Big Brother’s Pal,” 1 ..aren't seen any of your letters adorning the Hut’s Page lately. I suppose you're lazy like n?, cr have you written this week? I hope so. Please, Wendy, can any Ite supply me with the poem called "The Passing of the Forest” and would you please forward the song Sally to "Vic.”? Web, Wendy, I munt say adieu for the present. Best wishes.— From "HEATH,” Wanganui. Goodness, but tho age of miracles is surely not passed after all. How jolly of you to write this week. I really imagined you had forgotten all about our elan. Now, 1 wonder what can have become of our "Australian Sweet Breath O' Heaven”? Perhaps she is ill. Yes, we had a splendid Re-union. I will forward the letter to "Vic.”-- Wendy.

'LUCY GREY" PAYS A CALL

Dear Wendy,—You will think I have forgotten you. but here I am again, turning up like a bad penny. Well. Wendy, how are you? I am quite well, thank you. I like being down here very much, but I do miss grandpapa and granny, as I lived with them for four years. My word, it is cold down here. The’ weather has been awful. Home days | we never see the sun. I like going to this I school, but I like the teacher in Ohingaiti the best. How are all the little Wendyites and "Old Gran”? Is she all right again? Mother has been in the hospital, but she is quite well again. Daddy has a lorry and I often go foi long rides with him. We have two cats, rhe’.r names are "Alfie” and "Silver.’ and have a puppy called "rover.” Wcn I will close now with love to youreelf and all the Wemlyitcs.-From "LUCY GREY, Brunnerton, West Coast. . . f Why of all the surprises! / you to' write to me, dear 1 can well how you mIM ‘Brandmother. She will mies In. too. dear. We have had changonble nnd mother. Tam' ym/havc. You will write soon, won t you . Wendy. • • • • “QVEEN OP sNOW.-’Westinere.-The weather has been very wtntry tndee.l dear Never multi, the warmer days will soon bo with us now Oh but what fun VOU had Inst Saturday afte. ■ n 0 0„. Goodness, what naughty fowls to run out of their yard like that. I notice you soon had them all locked up again though. —Wendy. * “PUSSY WILLOW,’’ Utiku—Well, well! I had imagined you had forsaken our band entirely. 1 am ever so pleased to have your welcome letter. Yes, it is almost quite two years since you last wrote. How the time has passed. I cannot understand how your greetings camo to bo omitted from tho BirthdayBook, for they have always appeared before, have, they not? Yes, 1 will leave the door ajar so that you may slip in and join with our Old Brigade. Did you by any chance meet or see our “Occident'.’’ of Raetihi, at the Bible Class rally? Welcome Week ends here to-day. It has boon a wonderful week, too. —Wendy,

“RADIANT BUTTERCUP" ASSISTS MOTHER

Dear Wendy,—How are you keeping these cold days? 1 hope you will excuse me for not writing sooner. We hail a half-holiday thin afternoon fo.- the parade. I was not in it. as it was too cold. We are in the middle of our exam and 1 am passing bo far. .Just a moment. Wendy, as I have to out tho kettle on. Oh. here I am once again, I am a real mother’s help. Wendy. I have three sisters and a baby brother with whw w eoiiKh, so mother is very busy My little brother was nine months yesterday, ant. hi i« such a lovely little dear. How do you lilc Betting up these mornings. Wendy I 1 steep out on the verandah and I do ike u. i am going to the show. We have started to have cocoa for lunch at school these cold dys. aud I am so pleased. I always take ? cup. The first day I just had a tea cup and I asked mother if I could have a larger one as some of the girls had huge mugs, so mother a breakfast, cup. So now, Wendy. I w ll run J. mother ■■ calling for tea L-c tO all the Ites.—From "RAMANT BUlltK CUT.” Castlecliff.

T am keeping quite well, thank you, d®ar. Wan it not wretched of our Weather Clerk to send such a dreadful day for the Children b Day of Welcome Week? How pleased I am to hear you are succeeding sc. wel! du. mg the examination. That is fine. It hat a neyos must be to mother. I hope your >■«'" brother is soon well. Whooping cough most distressing. It is -old hose isn't it? I see you are a real liesh air en thusiast.— Wendy.

"LITTLE BLUE BIRD" CALLS IN.

Dear Wendy,—You must think I have forgotten you by this time, but no, I often say now I must write to Wendy, and before I know where I am, the day ia gone and Wendy waits another week. It was a white frost this morning. I did hate getting out of bed, but I thought it was better than missing my breakfast, as I knew we were going to have aweetweets, so out of bed I hopped and had breakfast and got ready for Sunday School. We are getting a new school mistress here soon. I do hope she is nice as I am a bit of a dunce. It must be nice to get everything right at school. Are you going tj the fhow ? We are not this time as mother says limes are too hard, when I have sisters and a brother, and yet it would be selfish for me to wish I was the only one. Well, Wendy, I think I have told you all the news except that "Nukumai” sends his love. Lots of love. —From "LITTLE BLUE BIRD,” Greatford. Gracious, dear, but you have sprung a great surprise upon us. I was about to send our Sir Richard in search of you. We have had some heavy frosts here, too. Never mind, the warm days will soon be here now. A splendid thought, dear. Perhaps the silver lining will soon shine, and you will all be able to go to the show another time.—Wendy. OLR SWEETMAKING CORNER WALNUT TOFFEE Put two tablespoonsful of butter into a saucepan and set the pan on the stove. When the butter has melted, add one cupful of granulated sugar and one of golden syrup. Stir gently over low heat till the sugar has dissolved, bring the mixture elowly to hoiling point, and continue boiling till a little tried in cold water becomes brittle. Take the saucepan off the fire and stir in some shelled walnuts, which have been broken into quarters and sprinkled with a little “alt. Pour the toffee on to a buttered dish. and. when cool but not set, mark it into bars with a knife. If wrapped in grease proof paper, the 5 ? toffee bars will make a very nice present for a friend.

“INQUIRER,” I’upaiti. Many thanks, dear friend, for your lit'lo note and also thought for me. In respect to Ihe pen-name “Bi Nai,” I am led to believe that it is a North American Indian word meaning “brother,” and not a native word as you thought. However, in case I may- have been misinformed I will refer your question to our Maori Ites, who will, perhaps. bo able to enlighten us more clearly upon tho matter. I am happy to learn you derive much amusement from our pages, and would at any time be pleased to receive you into our midst whenever . >ur pen felt so i inclined. My regards and wishes.— Wend.V.

“SWEET CARNATION'S" SAD NEWS

Dear Wend.v,—Well, Wendy, do you remem- j ber a truant lie by the name of "Sweet Carnation” ? I have neglected the Hut for months, no I think it is time I wrote you again. Well, Wendy, I have been a long time m writing, but 1 am the bearer of very sad news. Perhaps you may have read it in the "Chronicle.” It in about poor "Marton Wildflower’s” father. On Thursday morning he was acting guard on the 6.30 train to Wanganui, and he was killed somewhere near Wangaehu, but I do not know how it happened. Poor "Marton Wildflower” was a friend of mine at school last year. All our sympathy is sent to her and her poor mother. And we hope the good Father will help them to bear their troubles bravely. It is so earl, such a lot of our Wendyites* parents have bene passing over the Great Divide lately, but we hoped that time will soon soothe their aching hearts. I will pass on to something else for the present. I have been attending Palmerston North Technical School all this year, and I like it very much. Shorthand is my favourite subject, but I do not care so much for book-keeping. I like all the teachers; there are a number of them. Our headprefect is such a nice girl ; she never growls at anybody whether they deserve it or not. Poppy* has quite a collection of stamps, so I expect she will send them to you nometlme in the near future. I don't know what my pen friends will be thinking of me, but, Wendy, will you please tell them that T have forgotten whose turn It Is to write, and I will answer their letters if they write me? T really have very little time now to write, but I can generally find a few spare moments to write during the week-end. Well, dear Wendy, it is dinner-time, so I will close and try and write you more regularly in the I future. Much love to yourself and Wendyites. Your loving Wendyite, "SWEET CARNATION,” Marton. Remember you? T should think so! T have often wondered what could have happened to you this long while. Dear me. but what sad news. Yes, I read of the accident, but little did I associate such a dreadful happening with the loss of our dear “The Marton Wildflower's” daddy. How sad T do feel, and everyone in our band sends their deepest sympathy to our sorrowing ite. I am pleased you are spending such a happy time whilst at school. I wil tell your pen-friends. Yes, do write more often.—Wendy.

“THE QUEEN OF HEARTS,” Wendy town. —Yes, “Pixie” did write. Oh, I am so pleased you met and spoke with our “Occident.” How happy he would be. to meet you, dear. The skin of the deer makes a fine mat. Few are soon these days, but I can remember when deer-skin mats were often to bo seen. The heads, when mounted, make a splendid trophy for the sportsman. The frosts soon spoil the flowers, don’t they? The spring flowers are early this year. I am glad “Pixie” enjoyed her visit to our city. Oh. so you almost forgot and signed “Ohingaiti.” Wcndytown though now, isn’t it?—Wendv.

“FATTY’S PLAYMATE,” Wendytown.—Yes, dear, “Pixie” did write to us. What a lovely surprise she did spring upon us, too. I never thought, she was ever going to write again. Oh, and so “Daphne” is your cousin and you did not know her pen-name until recently. The frost has spoiled all the beautiful chrysanthemums. A real scamp, is it not? What a dear wee puppy “Madame X” must have. Puppies are so playful, too. —Wendy.

“MERRY JINGLE BELLS,” Utiku. ' —I am so happy you liked my answer to your letter, dear. I hope you will always. Never mind, “Betty Bly” will ' see her answer in our pages to-day, and ( right at tho top of a column, too, for 1 have asked Mr Printerman to place it there. I hope Jack Frost has not bitten your toes and fingers when on r your way to school. He ia a rascal, ' I isn’t he?—Wendy. “GOLDEN SUNSET,” C.W.K., Porewa.—Yes, dear, I am keeping quite well, thank you. I hope you are also, and do not find the changeable weather ' too trying. I am glad you spent such ; a glorious time at the fancy dress ball. They are jolly affairs. What a nice and original costume you wore. You would look mysterious indeed. That is the spirit. “Keep smiling.” We shall soon have the warmer days with us. I trust mother enjovg her visit to our city.— Wendy. “YELLOW JONQUIL,” Wanganui. —Yes, dear, the days are cohl indeed. However, we shall soon have tho warmer days with us now, so we have something cheerful to look forward to, have we not? What a pity it was so wet and miserable for the Welcome Week children’s day. I did scold the Weather Clerk for his thoughtlessness. Charlie Chaplin was funny. I did laugh at his antics. 'lany thanks for tho stamps. They are alv s so welcome.—Wendy. “JOLLY WABATAH,’* Hunterl ville.— How jolly to receive your welcome letter this Lctterland Day, dear. > 1 wondered how you fared of late. I hope you re quite well d happy. Wo have had some very changeable and cold days hero also. However, now that tho shortest, day is passed we shall soon have the wanner weather. Bravo! dear. Study hard to gain your proficiency. You must pass. How unfortunate your team was to lose by one point only. 1 hope you win next game. Yes, “Old Ben” is a dear old ehap indeed. Writes splendid letters, doesn’t he?—Wendy.

“KEEP WEATHER CLERK ON CHAIN." ADVISES OUR “MOTHER-IN-LAW.”

Well, Wendy dear,—Here we are again and how does this nippy weather suit you? I find it rather hard parting with my bed while Jack Frost is knocking around. I think the mice are Increasing rather fast in Wendytown and it is tim® to procure a good cat or say some mouse traps. Now. “Jumping Jacko,” do you live across the river, I wonder now? The letters in our pages have been very interesting. haven’t they, and won’t the picnic be "stunner” if only you’ll keep the Weather Clerk on a chain for the day? We trusted him for our picnic and look how he treated us. We will not trust him any more, though. “Madame X” is still flourishing and happy. Hoping all in the Hut are well, kindest regards to all.—From “MOTHER-IN-LAW,” Wendytown. Gracious, but Jack Frost is a scamp indeed How he doee p>ay tricks with our fingers and toes. What with “Mickey the Mouse” and "Minnie Mouse.” we shall need to watch the cheese In the larders of Wendytown, will we not? I promise to have Sir Richard Elf lock our Weather Clerk up for the day of our Wendy picnic. He will not like that, will he? Your news of our "Madame X” is welcome. Never da I ever want to hear of sadness casting a shadow o'er our merry grown-ups.— Wendy. “TOTTIE,” C.W.K., Huntcrvi]le.— Dear me, but this is a lovely surprise. I really imagined you ha> forgotten all about cur Hut. I hopt you arc well and happy. Goodness, but have wc not had cold days and nights? King Winter is a crusty vid monarch, isn’t he? Never mind, wc shall soon have warmer days with us now. Has not the time flown? It will soon be Christmas again.—Wendy.

“LITTLE CLOUD MAID,” Wainui.—Yes, the days are very cold and wintry. Never mind, tho shortest day is now passed, and soon tho warmer weather will greet us. Your grandmother will be pleased to have your letter. Tasmania is a long way off, isn’t it? I am pleased to hear your grandmother is making a good recovery. How kind of the donor to make a present of a football to your teacher for the pupils of tho school.-—Wendv.

“BROWN WALLFLOWER,” C.W.K. —How lucky you were to win first prize in our “Madame X’s” competition (junior section). You see this bears out the old saying that “one, never knows what one can do until one has tried.” How dreadful. I hope your cold is very soon better. You arc becoming quite a confirmed book worm. Splendid, though, for by books you will learn much to assist you towards success. I ain glad you received your prize safely. So good of “Madame X,” wasn’t it?—Wendv.

“PHANTASY,” Eltham.—So jolly of you to write this week. Never mind, although you were not with us in reality, still you attended in spirit, that I know. Never mind, seeing our “Medium Brother” is upon his holidays, perhaps the rest is very necessary after his arduous duties. Gracious, so he doesn’t arise until midday! Oh, “Medium Brother!” Perhaps the Ite who recently joined from Raetihi and who said he knew you, will see this, and give me the necessary permission to send her identity to you. You must sec “City Lights,” dear. You will like Chaplin. I see you are just the same prodigious reader you alwavs wore.— Wendv.

“ASHES OF VIOLETS,” Greatford. —lt is sad to think that our “Old Gran” may never be able to write to our pages again as the result of the injury to her hand, but I will give her your message of cheer. I will remind the “Wheat Princess.” Perhaps “Puss in Boots” and “Pearlycross” of Greatford may both write soon. I did not see the picture you mention. 1 saw “City Lights” though, did you?— Wendy.

MAKES ()) BUTTER

Dear ‘W endy,—Oh I I must not forget to tell you of a dreadful catastrophe that overtook some butter the other day, and goodness only knows what the outcome is going to be. Judging by the results so far. it would seem they are likely to be far-reaching. We were having visitors over the week-end, nothing very unusual in that, but inspecting the larder I was rather dubious about the butter supply holding out. So as all the adult members of the family were away on enjoyment bent, I thought I wouid do a bit of churning or rather butter-making. It was somewhere round about 5 p.m. when I got this "brainwave,” and dinner was at 6 p.m. I hurried the cream into the churn and went dashing along full speed ahead, set on getting that cream into butter in the shortest-time possible. At the rate I whirled it round it wouldn’t help but "arrive” without any delay. Io wash it was the next item on the programme, and this I did by seizing the dipper and deluging it with several lots of water, running off each lot before putting in the next. Having done this at least four times I thought it must be about ready to be salted and made up. T*» do this I tipped the butter into k pan and began to work it up, watching it well at the same time, lest it get. out over the sides or somewhere else. Peering nt it thus, I was astonished and puzzled, as well, to see darklooking specks all through the queer-looking mass. Goodness, I wondered whatever is wrong with it. Closer inspection showed the specks to be nothing more or less than grains of wheat. Ye Gods! Visitors in the house and wheat in the butter. Quickly I whirled on two of the small fry who still happened to-be up. "How did that wheat get in the butter.” I demanded in a voice controlled but. unmistakeable. “1 took the chooks food out tn the dipper,” piped up a very frightened wee boy. Well, what was done could not very well be undone, but I did the best I could and I scratched and picked at that butter until it was a marvel that any remained. At last I seemed to have got it clean, and I hoped for the best, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if something had happened. However, the butter was eaten and the visitors went and no remarks were made, and I patted myself on the back and thought all's well that andfl well. But was it? My brother arrived from a place way out beyond where some of th© week-end visitors have heir own private home. Of course, I enquired after them, and was told that "They got home all right, but o ld wa? cackling well when he arrived.” That wheat! I knew something would come of it. but if the men start cackling,, what must one expect the women to do? “Goodness” may know. I am sure I don't, but I do hope they don't start crowing as well as the roosters. They crow enough as it is when they Ret tho chance. Speaking from experience, see. being a woman. Oh. dear, that’fl done it. There go the roosters. I hoix? tho wretches are dreaming. It surely cannot be morning, but If it is I’m going to have "forty winks.” even if it means I am that late that I haven’t time to dress, but have to clean the range in my pyjamas for the second time in a week. Good-night and cheerio, dear Wendy, and everybody.— From "MADCAP.”