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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 75, Issue 118, 21 May 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

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3097 • Wood Violet’s Dear” ~17 years; 3098 | “Thistledown’s Sweetheart , No. 3” ........ 18 years 3099 Hon. Members “Black Huntsman” ... 19 years 3100 “A Person of Importance ” r** years Dear Wendy.—Here am I, living ' rniong a lot of your ’ltes and hearing .o much of your happy family that- I I aave a strong desire to join you all, if you will be so kind as to admit me Wendy. 1 think I am of good charac- > ter, being honest and hard-working, but lacking, I am afraid any great imagination, hence the brevity of this letter. I know many ’ltes by name pen-nam>- at least', and rumour has it that “Princess Waterlily” is not fond | of whetas, even when t they are speci- • ally caught, for her. and kep* captive n a tin. I believe she shrieked when she saw it, which was certainly quite the obvious thing to do. Ugh! Loath some things. I wonder is “The Man of the Moment” going to play football for us this season, or is he out of form? Was he thrilled when he found out who his “Sweetheart,” wr. ? The Utiku ’ltes are keeping very quiet lately. Wl ;e have “Daphne Queen” and “Moon Winks” got to? Now, Wendy, methinks I must toddle off and capture mo some beauty sloe, as I sure need it. (Did someone say “Hear Hear!”) Sleepily yours—“A PERSON OF IMPORTANCE,” Wendyhaven. How pleased I am to have you join our merry ranks, dear. Well, never mind, you will soon learn the game of make believe we all play in our Land of Letters. Well, I should just think “Princess Waterlily” would shriek when she saw such monsters as whetas They make me shudder, too. You may have the pen-name you have asked fhr. - -Wendy.

iDear Wendy,—l thought I would just drop you a line or two to ask y u if I could join your merry clan of , make-believe? My word, Wendy, you i have a lot of ’ltes. “Golden Emblem I II” was a very lucky ’lte. wasn’t she? ! May I. have “Wood Violet’s Darling” .for my pen-name, if it is not already taken? Now, “Wood Violet,” I will giv you a few hints to who I am. We have known each other for years, but now you always seem too shy to sp ik to me. I am 17 years of age, blue I eyes, dark hair, short and fat, rather good-looking when in a good temper, now you can guess the rest. We have been having rather good weather lately; the farmers will be pleasod with it; I am not, because it makes the weeds grow too quickly in the gardens We have had a beautiful lot of flowers this year, the gardens have been lovely. The chrysanthemums are out in flower now, and they look gorgeous just at present, but the rain spoils them, doesn’t it, Wendy My word, Wendy, the months ar going, aren’t they? The days are shorter and nights longer, it ill non be Christmas again, won’t it? Well, as this is my first, letter 1 will close With oceans of love—From “WOOD VIOLET’S DEAR,” Waver ley Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. I am ever so pleased to have you join our merry clan. I have given you a pen-n: ■, which T liopp you will like. I wonder will “ W.V. ” guess who you are? The chrysanthemums are gorgeous, indeed. Hasn’t the limp gone swiftly? Wendy.

Dear W endy,—Please may I. become a member of your large circle, ami could I have “Thistledown’s .Sweetheart No. 3” for my pen-name. 1 know “Thistledown” fairly well, besides a few more ’ltes. I also know “Madcap.” I see where “Thistledown” has two sweethearts. Well, these two arc a nuisance. I. wonder if she'll accept me as a third? 1 do ; >t know yet who “Thistledown’s .Sweetheart No. 3” is, but I hope to some day, that’s if he’s good tempered. I would like to keep my identity a secret if I can. Please excuse the pencil, but I’ve run out of ink. I suppose “Thistledown” will m ' wondering who I am? Will write more next time. From “THISTLEDOWN’S SWEETHEART NO. 3,” Waitotara. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. Yes, you may have the pen-name you have asked for. What fun your entry will make. Oh. so you know “Madcap,” do you? I will keep your identity a secret for you.—Wendy. Dear Wendy,—May L become a member of your Wendy Hut? For my penname may I have “Black Hunter,” if it is not in use. Would you choose onefor me, Wendy, if it is? The old Weather Clerk has been giving us some, changeable weather lately. I have been reading the Hut pages ever since they commenced. I have been thinking of joining for some time, so I have plucked up courage at last to ite. 1 must close now and go to bed. Love to you Wendy and ’ltes—Fro “BLACK HUNTSMAN,” Nukumaru. Welcome to the Wendy Hut my dear. I am pleased indeed to welcome you into our midst. The pen-name you have asked for is in use. but 1 have chosen another for you. The weather here has been very cold. Jack Frost is a scamp, isn’t he?—Wendy. “I MUST KEEP A STIFF UPPER LIP I SUPPOSE,” SAYS OUR “MERRY MADAME X.” Dear Wendy,—l’m glad you liked the idea of the framed “ideal.” I find our page more interesting when Ites I’m acquainted with write, so that I was pleased to see “Aunty,” “Happy Jack,” “Just Someone Else.’’ and “P.D.” all contributed to our

last issue. A literary feast, indeed. Perhaps you are wondering at my writing again so soon, Wendy, but I would not encroach on your valuable space again this week if only I didn’t have something of great interest to tell you. Perhaps you remember that “Well Wisher” and I became penfriends quite long ago. Well, at her invitation, I went to see her. and her new eon' just recently. The oaby is so bonny, and “Well Wi/ber” is a dear, quite as her letters read. I wish £ could feel sure I was so “pleasing” to her. ’Tis hardly my luck, methinks. Like ‘‘Madcap,” I should have to gaze into the mirror long and rapt before 1 found a delightful being reflected there. Ah well, I must keep a stiff upper lip, 1 suppose. But “Well Wisher” and the baby are a delight and that’s all that matters. Cheerio Wendy and eo-ltes. Sincerely, "MADAME X,” C.S.W.M. So pleased to have you with us this week, dear. We had a real literary feast indeed, last week, didn’t we? What wonderful news you have for us about “Well Wisher.” Yes, I know she is a gem indeed, and her little baby boy, what a joy he must be. Will you, when looking into the mirror, just smile, and then see how quickly a delightful person is reflected? Cheerio, dear.—Wendy. ‘‘LET US ENDEAVOUR TO FAN THE DIVINE SPARK WITHIN US,” COUNSELS OUR “PADRE.” Dear Wendy,—May I crave a little of your valuable space this week just to say hullo to all our Ites again? I must first of all thank you, Wendy, for your remembrance of me in your little game of Make-believe, also for the honour you have conferred on me. • I am sure now, “Madcap,” that you and I have been similarly adorned vve shall be close friends, and fellowworkers in our duties as “Right Guardians of the Wendy Blotter.’’ I think I remember you saying something about it being an honour that you would have been selected to share this position with a “Padre,” but I. assure you, my dear, that the privilege ami pleasure is mine. I must also congratulate you on your definition of “Friendship.” Indeed, only a noble mind could give expression to such words. I especially like that thought about the Divir • spark within us. Let us all, dear Ites, endeavour to fan that spark into a living flame and thereby radiate joy germs I hear the children singing of. “Just Derry,” too, allow me to congratulate you also, I like to read your letters with that special trait from old Ireland. It is good. Wendy, to see so many of the Old Brigade returning again to Letterland. “Winter Bride.” and “White Forget-me-not.” we are pleased to know that you are both well ami happy. I think, Wendy, don’t you, that it is good for us to occasionally , return Io our yesterdays, and recall some of the old friendships and pas ' times. “ M; * terious Lover.” I enjoyed your writings about the lilies- - that is a favourite text of mine; in , fact, the first I us(*d in introducing , myself to the Hut. Could you not , give us some, more along these lines? Write to me some time, care of Wendy, . and tell me something about, yourself. f will be delighted to correspond with you, providing you will not be disappointed in me as a pen-friend. Well. I now, dear Wendy, T must not intrude too much. Love to all the Itos.— “HUT'S PADRE,” How pleased I am to have your weli come letter this Wendy day, my dear “Padre.” I am sorry, but I seem tn have unwittingly placed a heavy bur • den upon your shoulders. Just read 1 what our “Madcap” has to say. Your i appreciation of “Madcap’s” and “Just Derry’s” definitions of “True ' Friendship” is shared by all our band, too. I will draw “\l\sterinus Lover'''-” ntli nhon Io \oiir request,.

■JACK TROST HAS BEEN ROUND THESE LAST FEW MORNINGS.” SAYS “WATTLE.” Dear Wendy,—l suppose yuu have forgotten me, as I have not written for such a long time? Although it is a few months since my birthday, 1 thank you very much for putting my name in the paper amongst all the other Ites. My word, Jack Frost has been round these last few mornings. 1 went to a dance hist Friday night week and enjoyed myself very much. It is very nice playing ping pong. .1 have some stamps for you, Wendy. 1 have been cleaning up my garden, for the weeds wore beginning tn grow. There is not much nows about now. With love to yourself and all the Ites. —From “WATTLE,’’ Poukiorc, How pleased T am to have your welcome letter this week, dear. I. wondered what had become of you. I hope you spent a happy time on your birthday. It is cold these mornings itsn’t it? Dancing is a wonderful winter pastime. Thank you for the stamps. The weeds do grow quickly indeed.—Wendy. “BABY ELEPHANT’’ DOES NOT LIKE GETTING UP THESE MORNINGS. Dear Wendy.—How are you getting on? Thank you very much for putting my birthday greetings in the paper. 1 see “Betty Bly” has received C.W.K., and I must congratulate her. I went to Palmerston for the day last Monday and had a great time. We went through by car. We have /had a beautiful day to-day, but to-night it feels like a frost. I do not like getting up these mornings. Well. Wendy, I will have to close. With lots of love to all the Wendyites and vourself. From “BABY ELEPHANT.” Utiku. I am keeping quite well, thank you, dear, and L hope you arc, too. I hope you spent a happy time on your birthday. What a lovely car ride you had to Palmerston. Jack Frost is an old scamp, isn’t he? Write again soon, won’t yuu. —-Wendy. “WOOD VIOLET’S” IS A LIFE OF SURPRISES. Dear Wendy,—Just a few lines to you. lam at present awaiting letters from “Pixie” and “Just. Derry.” “Taffy” hasn’t written for quite a while. I’m afraid our “Taffy” is not too good a correspondent. What has become of my two mates, the other Hut’s detectives, “Big Brother’’ and “Rosebud Queen”? 1 am wondering if the former is engaged on finding out who “Another Mystery” is. I was so pleased to see Phantasy’s” letter in the paper, as I am one of her correspondent.« that she owes a letter to. I am hoping to hear from her soon. How old is “Mysterious Lover” Wendy? 1 was very surprised to see “Snowdrop’s” letter in the paper recently. My eldest brother knows her very well, I believe. She writes such lovely letters, doesn’t she? “Wiltshire Moonshiner,” you seem to have kept your identity well. I’m dreadfully curious as to who you are. Perhaps one day (if I’m lucky) 1 [may discover who you are! I wonder what has become of “Big Sister.” She owes me a letter. I would like to hear from her soon, and perhaps we may bo able to meet one another in Wanganui some time. I’m afraid that. “Another Mystery” may not be aware that there is a “Hut’s Detective” in Wanganui. “Betty Zane,” I would like you to write to me soon, as 1 have not heard from you for quite a while. Did you go to the air pageant? I. went to the Waverley Show on St. Patrick’s Day and was talking to ‘‘Our Sister,” “The King’s Pal,” “Brown Eyes,” ‘•Thistledown,” and several more of the Waverley Wendyites. [ also saw “Blue Bell,” “Little Jim,” “King Edward,” “Betty Coed,” “Bouzo,” “Hut’s Bride,” ‘‘Queen Starlight,” “Primrose Perfume,” “Tahuna,” “Echo,” “Little Rewa.” and many more. 1 also attended the air pageant at Wanganui, land went to it in the river steamer. 1 did. not look for any Ites as 1 was too busy watching the events. However, I. met “Brown Eyes” and saw “Bluebird” and “Sally Horner” (the latter two 1 did not speak to as L did not recognise them at once). The steamci I went down by was the “Ohura,” while 1 returned on the “VVaione. ” Djid you go, Wendy? I suppose there were many of our Ites there? I never saw one with a badge on. Oh, Wendy, who do you think rang me up recently? No other than our mysterious “Miss Waverley.” She seemed very nice and refused to tell me her real name; although I begged very hard tor her to do so. How on earth sho discovered who I was, I do not. yet know. “Miss Waverley” told me she also rang ” Brown Eyes.” ‘‘Our Sister,” “Thistledown,” and •‘Hut ! Bride.” as well as myself. I don’t l know how she found me out, as I. rang Brown Eyes,” ami she said she did rut reveal my identity, and tus I du I not believe t hat “ Hut’s Bride ” knows my name, only “Our Sister” land “Thistledown” remain. Now which of you two gave my identity away? “Miss Waverley” seemed very mysterious, but had a very nice voice, ami before she rang off, said she would ring me up soon again. “Miss Waverley,” I’m afraid you are a mystery to me. How did you discover me? You must have done quite a lot of detectiving to have, discovered us all. Perhaps we may yet discover who you are. Love and wishes.—From ‘WOOD VIOLET,” C.W.K., H.D. I am pleased to have you with us ihis week, dear, Yes, it was lovely to have our “Phantasy” with us again, wasn’t, it? “ Alyst erions Lover” is in the vicinity of your own age. Yes, our “Snowdrop” always writes very interesting letters. Oh, yr-, I attended the pageant. Il was W’omlerfill indeed. What a mirpri-< f<>r von w hen ‘ ‘ ,\l i Wa \ erle v " 'a nc up.

“HERE’S FOR LIFE AND LAUGH I I ER,” SHOUTS * ‘HAPPY HARRY” AS HE SKIPS INTO HUT. Dear Wendy—As you have a per-, •onal knowledge of Auckland, even as I. 1 am sure you had a keen interest in those terrible riots. It gave me a bit of a shock, 1 can tell you, to hear of such things happening in my beloved and beautiful home town. Have • on attended the talkies lately, "Wendy ? In spite of not being able i<i hear, I still got a, world of pleasure from them. I saw the him devoted to I’har Lap, ami it is saddening indeed to know that beautiful animal has passed out. ‘‘Trader Horn” was the best * wild kite” picture I have seen, and L have ! always been an ardent film-fan. I attended “Twelfth Night.” at the Opera | House, and really enjoyed myself. 1 had the pleasure of secing “.1 ulius Caesar” last year, and for both productions the Technical College pupils deserve all the congratulations they have received. My method is to read the play beforehand, and thus, when the players perforin, I. know what they arc about. He plays remind us how our ancestors revelled in colours and gay dressing. These were the gentry who performed wonders, especially in the matter of discovering unknown lands ami in the making of memorable battles. Love of silks and satins, laces, and fine jewels, did not prevent, them playing the man. Yet, not long ago, our young gallants of to-day were being roundly abused because they showed a desire for more colour for their drab clothes. In Conan Doyle’s ‘‘Rodney Stone,” for instance, we are shown to what extremes the men of Nelson’s day could go in the matter of dress and manners. Yet they were ever ready to meet shot, cohl steel, and the Jack Dempseys of tne day. Well, Wendy and Ites all. I draw my gossiping to a close. I send you all my best wishes, ami with the hope that our old pul Jack Frost will keep you all bright and perky. Here’s for life and laughter! “ Il Al* P Y 11A RRY, ” Wa n ganu i. The situation in Auckland was grave indeed, and 1 trust that a like occurrence will never eventuate again. 1 saw the film, too. Phar Lap was a noble anima,!. Our “Hasbeeu” was most upset about hi* friend’s untimely end. 1 am pleased you are able to derive such line amusement from the plays. You are correct, I think our men folk’s dress coukl, without loss of dignity, be made much less drab and conservative.—Wendy. “THE UTIKU’S CHIEF DETECTIVE’S” BUDGET OF NEWS. Dear Wendy, Here I am once more. How are you and all the lies keeping now? It has been raining here most of the day to-day. I see where “Pussy Willow” has been rousing me up, but she needn’t fret as I have found out who she is. I will have to blame “Raindrop” alright, as my initials are not “A.P.,” and therefore I did not give my show away when I asked where “Air. Pickwick” had got to. I don’t think that “Miss Powder Puff” is far wrong when she says that “Raindrop” only croaks when she’ sings. I. have an idea who “Golden Everlasting” is, but 1 am not sure; 1 bet that I’ll have her identified before long'. The Taihape D.H.S. had their school ball recently and I went . along to have a look in. I had a ;| “corker” time, too. Are you there, • “Private ’Detective”? We will have to find a headquarters from which to ; carry on our detective work, won’t we? I have found out the identities of “Rose Petal.” “Hill Cody,” “Scribbling Sue,” “Ned Wheeler,’ 1 “Bush Bluebell,’’ and “Midnight , Star.” 1 suppose most of you arc busily trying to puzzle out my idem ; City. I suppose the football season has started and is in full swing in the city now. There is quite a few Ttes ■ in Utiku having birthdays now, isn’t there Wendy? How many marks d< ■ you need to obtain the honour C.W.K., M.W.L., and how do you obtain them! I haven’t done much detective work up here yet, but .I’ll get busy soon. What has happened to “Jacko” Wendy? 1. just loved reading his pranks? The Ohutu Ttes must be asleep, they haven’t written for quite a while now. Well, Wendy, 1 must bring this letter to an end, with best wishes to you and all the lies.— 1 remain, your loving He, “THE UTIKU CHIEF DETECTIVE.” Utiku. So pleased to have you with us this week, dear. I wondered how you fared of late. I am glad you enjoyed yourself at the ball. Merry affairs, aren’t they? The football season is now in full swing. Wonderful game, isn’t it? One day our Merit Index will make its appearance again. Orders are given for marks earned and foi services rendered eur Hut. Jacko is , on holiday for a time. — Wendy. “WAYBACK LIZ” TELLS OF TACTFULNESS. Dear Wendy.—There are many real genuine people who are not ttwtful 1 They often tread on the corns ol , others, and hurt their feelings, and often upon small points of no import ' an co. That is why we value real friend . ship. We know that the harsh oi hurtful thing will not be uttered; then is a heart behind the word of a friend ’ To be tactful seems absolutely to nee< the heart that is friendly ami kindly disposed to men. Here is a little story , of tastofulness: ’The doors which opei from the pavement into the lobby of : i certain big building arc heavy ones ’ and very hard to open. One day ; I little hunch-back stepped into the lift ■ on the ground floor, followed by a bi< 1 man. The hunch-back readied tin I doors first, and threw himself agains ‘ one, but though he pushed his hardes he could not open it. Chagrined In ■ stepped back, and the big man steppet I | up. noticing the look of humiliation oi : i the face of the little fellow. The bi; I man said, ‘’Come on. let’s >ee it’ Iw< i of u> ran open if.” They both public. ’ at the door, and of ccStso. it opened and the two went out. smiling. Wha > might have proved to be a liumiliatioi > became a happy fellowship: ami so i I -hould be with us in like circuni stances. I thought f would share thi helpful message in that article. Then s was much more, but. I’ve given tin t point I liked over so much. 1 remem i her a wee while back, I. must surd; i have forgotten to use a little usefu I tact with poor “Madcap.” The shod i must have been bad for the poor dear i but, dear Wendy, you had to put a tact ful word in “Madcap’s” answer, bu I sort of know that she was also ii ( fun in our Mako-bdit f. IM bette Hose now. Best wishes to you. Wendy ( and the whole family of He--. Your, Jncerdy, “WAYBACK LIZ,” Wanga J nui. Why, dear, but what a ddiahlfn •[little -f oiy lot our lie-. I think lln i point you illii'l rai< .1 a line «»n. Why •■I «• • • 111 -e. mi r “\| ader.i i.’ ' km <\ a l l w a . A

! "WHAT A CROWD OF ‘SWEET- ' : HEARTS’ GREET ME,” SAYS 1 "BI NATS SWEETHEART.” Dear Wendy.--! was overjoyed to see my admission into the Wendy Hut, and think it is about time 1 wrote to vou again, ‘‘.Bi Tsai’s’ Sweetheart” is certainly pleased to be ■welcomed j among my fellow AlaoiS Ites. 1. hope I that .1 may puzzle them a while before they discover my identity, so I must I be very careful. What a' crowd of I- sweethearts’ greet me. I think they all write very interesting and mysterious letters. Let. me see. fthere’s: i “The Man of the Moment's Sweetheart,” “The Puke P.D.’s Sweetheart,” “ Silverwing’s Sweetheart.” "Lil\ of Laguna’s Sweetheart,” "Wood Violet’s Sweetheart,” “Madame X’s Sweetheart.” “Thistledown’s Sweetheart,” "White Forget-me-not’s Sweetheart.” and not forgetting “Bi Xi's Sweetheart.” “Somebody’s Sweetheart,” and “Somebody’s Lonely Sweetheart.” We will all join hands in a ring to welcome the next sweetheart. Three cheers! We will welcome she or he. Arc you ready? I wonder, “Bi Nai,” when you will discover your fellow Ito. and sweetheart? Elicerio. "I’l NA I ’S SWEETHEART,” Wanganui. So happy, dear, to have your welcome letter. I, too, hope you will be able to keep your identity a secret for , a while. Our lies are soon found out though, aren't they J Yes, there are a large number of “.sweethearts” in ■ our Hut indeed.--Wendy. "MERRY MAYFLOWER” AS MERRY AS EVER. , Dear Wendy,—Here is this Ito called “Merry Mayflower,” writing once more. Well, Wendy, I have had a good time since 1 wrote last. .1 have I been to Wanganui, and I went to the air pageant. 1 saw' an aeroplane i crash. I thought the boat I went up , ‘tho river on was lovely. I had a look around Wanganui, and I saw a tramcar working. Well, there was a motor- , car went over the banks of the Rangitikei River at Mangaweka. I saw the smashed car going back on the back of a break-down lorry. I can . tell you it looked a wreck. I am just beginning to wonder where all my colter in Wendyville are. I think I , will get the “P.D.” to root them up. ' Well, “White Forget-me-not,” I. think • it is true what you say about the I “P.D.” with his pick and shovel. I have been wondering who all ihe new Ites in Wendyville are. 1 must tell you I had a lot of fur. on April L We have had our roads tar-scaled, and they are decent now. Well, Wendy, as news is scarce, I will say good-bye to you. and all. my co-Ites. Love to all. —From “MERRY MAYFLOWER,” ' Wendyville. , How pleased I am to have your wcl- ’ come letter, dear. What a jolly time , you have had. The pageant was won- . derful, wasn’t it. Our “P.D.” is a , very busy Ite, isn’t he? The tar-seal- , ing makes the roads lovely. Write I again soon won’t you?—Wendy. . "BETTY BLY.” EVER DILIGENT, , GAINS TOP OF CLASS. I Dear Wendy,—How are you getting on? As it leaves me, quite well at the I time of writing. I came top in my class with 324 marks, and “Merry Jingle Bells” gained IG6 marks. I 1 think I have found out who the ’ ‘‘Utiku’s Chief Detective” is, and I have found out a lot of other Ites, ' too. I must: thank Sir Ernest Endea--1 vour for the letters he has bestowed on me. Well, as news is scarce, I will , close. Lots of love to you and all my eo-ltes. From “BETTY BLY,” ' C.W.K., Utiku. I am keeping quite well, thank you, ( dear, and I am ever so pleased to , hear that you are well and happy, too. s Oh, dear, but that is really wonderful, i- Bravo! L am proud of you. You have , worked hard. Fancy, and so you think you have discovered the > “U.C.D.” I wonder if you have.’— . Wendy. ; “MERRY JINGLE BELLS” SKIPS ALONG TO LETTERLAND. * Dear Wendy,— How are you getting 1 on this tine weather? This letter 1 leaves me quite well at the time of 1 writing. Yesterday “Betty Bly” and ■ I went down to the river, and it was - very dirty. Then we went down to the metal crusher. “Betty Bly” had ; her camera so she took some photos. I She took one of my friend and I to- - get her. Later she snapped a man I standing by his car. Love to you and i the Ites.—From “MERRY JINGLE I BELLS,” Utiku. I I am keeping quite, well, thank you, ' dear. I hope old Air. ’Flu Germ has r not paid you a visit yet. I nope the ’ snap you had taken turns out nicely. Will you send mo one later, dear? — Wendy. “‘LIKE A STRAY SHIP RETURNING ; TO PORT,” SAYS OUR LONG1 ! ABSENT “H.M.S. HOOD.” f Dear Wendy,—Just a stray ship reI turning to the fleet to say, “Hullo!” - L sec by a recent edition of your paper where you now have a membership of r 3080 in Make-believe. Congratulations! c When I first joined some years ago . there wasn’t 500. Life in the south at I present is very dull. The same old routine every day. Wendy, can 1 r change my pen-name from “H.M.S. i Hood” to. “Maroon.” I think it is i more appropriate for this part of New Zealand, and I think it will take Scoti la ml Yard, not “Private Detective” to t Und out who 1 am. A t last week’s meet_r ing of the “club” I shocked everyone liy giving a lecture on “Gambt ling.” Each member has to give a t speech on certain nights. They all c gazed at mo when I told them what j was the subject of my speech. NeverH theb'hs. in the eml they saw through it. o Some of the points wore: If a man n gambles on races, is that wrong? No. I I say, if he Ims the nionev to do it. |. When one gambles, one gambles to win i or loose. It' one crosses a street full n ol irallic one gambles if he can get I : cro.'s safely. ,1 f ho has an accident, i bad luck! People often say gambling s is a sin; but. in my opinion, life is one <• big gamble. 1 will give full details o later perhaps. X’o matter what one i does, no matter how small or big. it is \ just a gamble, whether it will turn J ’lit right. Th-'refore, gambling is not I; i sin. Well, I think 1 will change the subject and (dose. 1 will write again next week.- Your “H.M.S. HOOD,” t Wyndham. *' 'i os. dear, we have our 3000 in our 1 'and. hasn't it grown? 1. cannot toll vou just how pleased I am to have you s with us this merry day of Alake-be-lie\<‘. I really thought you had forgotten. \s much as .[ would like to I change your pen-name. I am afraid 1 i' linn iinaldi- io. I hope you will und' i- . ! -land. I am plea.-< d to ha\ c vour views

“PRIMROSE PERFUME" AND CHUM SPEND JOLLY TIME ON HORSEBACK. Dear Wendy.—l am just writing a few lines to tell you about the Anzac ceremony at school. At two o’clock we all went out and waited for a while, then put our wreaths on the memorial. The memorial was strewn with wreaths, and there was a, crowd of people there. On Monday, Anzac Day, I went to a girl’s place to play, and we rode a horse named “Spider” nearly all the .* afternoon. I went up at. eleven o’clock and had dinner there. On Saturday two friends of ours came up from Nukumaru and we showed them the recreation grounds and the shop which w | burnt down. I suppose, Wendy, you heard about Air. K regur’s shop being I burned to the ground? The people had to stand a long way away, because it was so hot. One man was sitting on the garage roof that is next door, with the fire-hose on. and they had to put wet sacks over him as it was so hot. Well, Wendy, I think that is all the news, so I must close.—From • 'PRIAIRO.se PERFUME.” L think it was splendid cd' you children to pay homage to the memory of those who gave their all for us. What a lovely time you had at your chum’s place. Yes, 1 heard about the fire. What a blaze it must have been.— Wendy. OH. LISTEN ITES, WHILE “MIDGY” TELLS ABOUT RIOT IN COWYARD. Dear Wendy,—Well, hcrcT am again, with no news as usual. Before I go any further I must thank Sir Ernest Endeavour for the letters he conferred upon me. 1 am still puzzling my brains to know what I have really done to deserve them. I am sure I do not know. I see “Valentine La Nina” has been joined in tho bonds of matrimony. I wish her wealth, health, and prosperity, and may all her troubles be few. To the Ites who have lost loved ones I send my sincere sympathy. Wendy, I must tell you about a riot we had in the cowyard last week. Mother was letting the cows out, when all at unco tho dog barked, and of course, the cows, not. being used to dogs, started to rush at him. And of course he went to my mother for protection, tho cows after him. They nearly knocked mother over. Oh, Wendy, 1 did get a fright when I saw the cows, dog, and even the bull round her. Aly heart missed a beat or two. I was frightened that the bull would rush her, but thank goodness it did not, I have four bull calves Wendy, and sometimes I would like to shoot them, because the little beggars do torment me. I have a small vegetable garden in, and the little dears (not always dears, I assure you) will persist in going on to it, as I have not got it fenced yet, and they have been tho cause of me losing a lot of beauty sleep. Sometimes I have to get up at 12 o’clock at night to drive them off.—With love from “AIIDGY, ” Ohinewai. How pleased I am, dear, to have your welcome letter this week. 1 wondered how you fared. All of our good wishes go to our “Valentine La Nina,” too. Oh, dear, but riots are fashionable, too, even in the country. What a scare mother must have received. I am glad there wore no serious consequences. What, a trial your “pets” must be. — Wendy. “WAITUI’S” “TOBY” MAKES SHORT WORK OR POOR LITTLE MOUSE. Hear Wendy.—As it is a cold day, and I am indoors, I thought I would write to.you. I know quite a number of Wendyites about Mangaweka. The Weather Clerk has been very kind to us lately, as we have had bright sunny days. Did you feel the earthquake? It gave us all a fright. We have just finished our first term exam and in a class of fifteqji I came seventh. I have a kitten called “Toby,” and its mother has brought homo six young rabbits for it in the last month.* The other night we were all sitting around the fire when a mouse came in the floor and ran behind tlw piano. I brought in “Toby,” and it caught tho mouse. I shall conclude now, as you must get tired of reading all these letters.—From “WAITUI,” Wendyville. I .am pleased you know so many of our Ites in Wendyville, that is jolly indeed. Yes, I felt the ’quake. ‘You did very well at tho test. What a wonderful mother “Toby” has. I do hope the mouse that came to such a sad end was not one of our Wendytown “mi«e. ” —Wendy.

' "MY LADY LAVENDER" COMES TOP OF SCHOOL’ Dear Wendy,—l came top in the schoo. 1; I obtained 378 marks. W inter is coming on in real earnest now and we arc getting plenty of rain. Will you please a.sk “Dimples” tv write to me, for I have not heard from her yet! Love.—From “MY LADY LAVENDER,” Koeke. Well dune, dear, I am proud of you. Fancy, top of your school.' That splendid. Hasn’t the weather been wintry? One needs' lovely big fires these days and nights. T will ask “Dimples” for you.—Wendy. OUR LONG LOST “FUCHSIA” RETURNS TO THE CLAN. Dear Wendy,—Once again I will enter into the Land of Letters. I hope you will forgive me fur being so long in writing. 1 suppose you are thinking I have forgotten you / I enjoy reading the Wendy pages. Thank you so much for my birthday greeting.*. 1 have been to a few dances this season. J love dancing; do you like it, Wendy? Last Wednesday 1 went to a ping-pong evening, and f. enjoyed it very much. “Babs’ Chum,” “Daphne,” "Bunty,” and “Butterfly” were there. At’ home v\c play ping-pong nearly every night, and 1 think it is great tun. Old Jack Frost is very’ cold these mornings; it makes one fee! like stopping in bed. It is quite a cold day up I here. We have hud some rain these last few days. I have been trying to get all the garden cleaned up before it. is too cold and wet for gardening. All the bulbs are peeping through • the ground. The day of my birthday I went to the Ohingaiti Sports. 1 enjoyed the .steer-riding best of all. •Some men were bucked off as soon as the steer came out of the race; others iodo them around tho paddock. The horse-jumping was very good. At the sports J saw “Aunty,” and ‘‘Madame X.” Well, Wendy, as this is all the news I will close, with lots of love to you and all tho Ites.—From “FUCHSIA,” Poukiore. Well, well, well! But what a surprise. I had long ago given you up for lost, dear. How pleased I am to have you with us. Oh, yes, I lovo dancing. It is a splendid winter entertainment and exercise. Ping-pong is a popular evening game, isn’t it? The sports are jolly events, indeed. Oh, so you saw Aunty” and our “Aladame X,” tool —Wendy. “ISN’T IT ENOUGH TO MAKE EVEN A ‘MADCAP’ WEEP,” DECLARES OUR MERRY ’ITE. Dear AVendy,—“Where ignorance is bliss, twere folly to be wise.” Oh. it is, it is Never more wil I be .-.-optical k b <“ U wu' T When 1 was awarded that K.U.W.B. I was brimful of bliss, ami my delight was unbounded when 1 teuud myself sharing honours with Hut s Padre,” though 1 did wonder how it came about. But now I know yes, I know, and all the joy has fled, and I, in my ignorance, had* been patting myself all over, so pleased was 1 to have got near him, at ’ “somehow.” And, now. sec what has come °p j!* K’U-W.8.” “ Right Guardian of the Wendy Blotter.” If it had oulv been C.W.K.” what run 1 could have had. I could have locked and unlocked SOrts . of thin k rs - Tu icd the ligers” in -with Dears,” shut "Sweethearts” in with the “Stars.” the “Dctoctivos” with tho “Mvstories,” “Tho Outlaws” with the Policeman” and put the “Ducks” in with “Piggie Porker,” so that we could have had our bacon and eggs together and heaps of pranks like that, or if I’d been made a C.S.W.P. I could have done something to amuse myself, if it was only to get a hold of* the “pen” when no one was looking and covering pages and pages with scribbling, leaving “N’s” out of beginnings and turning “ends” into “abbreviated editors” by knocking the middles out, and so on, finally dumping the lot on your desk for you, poor dear, •tv wade through. But “ R.G.W.8.” Oh, wise, wise, Wendy. Truly is there method in your seeming ’ madness. With "Hut’s Padre” beside me, what can I do with tho blotter. I’ll never be allowed to make a smudge on it. of tha' much you may be certain; never be able to prod holes in it; never bo able to see how much ink it will “mop” up. and what troubles me more than all the rest, never, never shall I be able to hold it up to the mirror to make it tell tales. Think of it, dear.-, the “Wendy Blotter” and the secrets it must hold in its possesion. Isn’t it enough to make even a “Madcap” weep. But there it is. “Sir Ernest Endeavour” with Wendy’s approval has decreed that our “Padre” and I shall be joint guardians of tho p-ociotis Wendy Blotter, so hereafter and hence forth I shall be in our Land of Makebelieve. “R.G.W.8..” and mark you. « "right” one 1 will be with the “Padre’s” help, for I’d never dare to be anything else with him alongside of me, although 1 don’t envy him his job of keeping me from being a “wrong one,” but 1 hope he’ll like it. otherwise he might, get. away, and never give me a chance to get a “bite” out lof him. if only once now and : ;in. 1 do wish he would “bite” oftener, because like “Just Derry,” 1 enjoy his letters. Now, off 1 must fly until next. Wendv-dav, so cheerio everybodv.— From ‘ ‘ MAIDCAP,’ ’ R.G.W.B.,* Waitntara. Gracious, dear, but ’ had not looked at. the consequences in having our “Sir Ernest Endeavour” confer tho R.G.W.B. upon you. 1 seem to have mu/ldled it. all, and yet, when 1 reflect, perhaps it is as well that it is so, or see what, may happen if you could do all the things the other orders would allow you to. However, if ; u are i i;ood, we may yet be able to arrange a j holiday for our “Padre,” then, free I from his restraining influence > e what I you could do! —Wendy. "PATROL LEADER.” OF THE OLD BRIGADE. SPRINGS A SURPRISE. Dear Wendy,— You will no doubt be .urprised when you see whom this it ! iroiu, because it is years since I wrote to the Wendy Hut, but 1 happened to see on your Notice Board that “Wood Violet” wishes to correspond with me. As this is the second time she ha« asked this, I presume she must be anxious to make my acquaintance. I am always ready for new pen-pals, so would you please ask her to write first, and would you give her my address! Perhaps she will write direct to me. ‘‘Wood Violet” asked before, when I was in hospital; “Sago Lily” didn’t toll me till about, a fortnight afterwards, and as it. was rather late I didn’t bother, but hero I am now.Thanking you, “PATROL LEADER,’’ Hunterville. Why, dear, but this is indeed a wonderful surprise. I segan to wonder if I should ever hear from you again. I will do as you ask me. “Wood Violet” is a jolly pau pal, and 1 know * will be delighted to receixe yom n < sage.—

— ( - “THE PUKE P.D.” PLAYS JOLLY GAME OF HIDE-AND SEEK. Dear Wendy,—Here we are again, jolly good luck to everyone! How are you Wendy, dear? How are you Puke ’ltes? Me? Why. I’m sitting on top of the world, just jogging along, just jogging along. We are having a great game of hide-anu -ek up here. Wendy, and it is just the thing for this wintry weather. Ha! Ha! “Winty” tagged vou last. Come on. *• Ngapuna M:.id. ” vou have hidden in those pines long enough. Hark! 1 bear music. Yes, ‘•Sweet Jenny Lee.’’ i' is “D-> M Forget-me-not” playing, “Oh. where is mv wandering boy to-night. ’ _ I am afraid we will have to semi “Evening Starctte” and “Chum” looking for him Oh. dear, ] am wasting time. I must be off tv find “iDinkem Too,“Tinker Taylor” ’ Maid.” I think they must be hiding” together in some good place. Ha! Ha! 1 »you—one, ‘’’f? 0 ; Where is “Silver Fern!” still looking for those she cannot find. So now, Puke ’ltes with the “P.D. s Sweetheart” under my wing find me if you can So-long until next week. Ji.anKing you Wendy, with lots of love and Jod wishes to y° ur9el ?, v a p n h ” Ites.-From “THE PUKE P.D.. well, thank you dean Goodness, yes, but our game of believe is such fun, tsn t it. 0 puzzled every one of 0£ ItCS wil be to discover you.—end . ■-T THINK I HAVE HIM BY THE I big tpe,” exclaims “DO < NOT FORGET-ME-NOT. My dear Wendy,—Well, here lam once again with my scribble, it w »<> a verv nice day here; it keeps raining and it’s cold, so I am sitting by a nice warm, cheery fire, writing this note. How are you all keeping. 1 wonder ** lively as ever I hope. I have been staying over at ‘ Midnight Starette s pace for a few days, and had g«» d J_ u ° and also “Dinkum Too,” and linker Taylor” are here, and talk about a row, Wendy! I don’t think any other boys eould be equal to them. - cx week “Orangi Maid” and a P un Maid” are coming down for a le days, and to-morrow “Midnight » tarette” is coming here for a few days, so we ought to have an exciting time. I deceived such a surprise last week when I read the Wendy pages, and saw I had a boy friend, but I think T have him bv the big toe. Well, dear Wendy and Co., I must close now ami kee,p on trying to bail up “The Puke P.D., and his “sweetheart.” With lots of love.—From your loving Tte. “DO NOT FORGET-ME-NOT.” Pukeokahu. Winter is with us in earnest now, isn’t it? It is lovely to have a jolly fire to sit bv. What times you must have had. And I see jollier times still arc in view. I will ask the two Ites you name. Oh, but what a pretty snap. T will place it with all my other treasures.—Wendy. “‘WOOD VIOLET’S SWEETHEART,’ YOU ARE NOT SCOT FREE,” SAYS • BROWN EYES.” Dear Wendy,—l did not write last week so 1 will write to-day. I went to see the picture “New Moon” this week, and I did enjoy it. as the singing was beautiful. I also saw Lawrence Tibbet in “Prodigal.” but I think I liked “New Moon” best. What is the weather like in Wanganui? In Waverley it rains one day and the next cay it is a lovely fine day. We have a fire nearly every day as the days are very cold. I am at present knitting myself a scarf and it looks funny, as I have just learnt to do purl. lam glad I was not in Wellington while the riot was on. I was down in Wellington this time last year for my school holidays. As my sister lives in Wellington, we had all the news of the riot from her. Well, “Wood Violet’s Sweetheart,” you arc quite right, when you say that you think “Wood Violet” and I are mistaken, as to whom you are. Because, for one thing, 1 thought you lived in town, and I see you live in the country, so I guess I will have to start all over again, and try and find out who you are. I have one good clue anyhow, so you see you arc not scotfree, and I also must say that I think “Miss Waverley” knows you better than she makes t)ut. “Betty Co-ed” is staying in Wanganui for her school holidays. Well, I must close no-w, Wendy. With love to all the Ites and yourself.—From “BROWN EYFS,” C.W.K., Waverley. I like Lawrence Tibbet’s singing, don’t you? I think he has a wonderful voice. The weather here is very cold. One needs fires these days and nights The disturbances in the capital were grave indeed. I hope our “Betty Co-ed” has enjoyed her holidays.— Wendy. “BETTY ZANE” EXPLAINS AN ERROR AND MISUNDERSTANDING. Bear Wendy,—Once again I greet you all in our merry Land of Letters. F am very sorry, Wendy dear, to see that a slight error has occurred between two of our Ites. namely “Miss Waverley” and our “Bi Nai.” Well, ‘ Miss Waverley,” I can see you are very much aggrieved over a happening on Boxing Day. Of course, I have never met our “Bi Nai”; he merely asked me, through our Pages, to convince. you that he and I had never met. so of course I couldn’t very well ar company him back to the city. You ask him (“Bi Nai”) if I am a relative of his or “Mick’s.” Well, perhaps I am, and perhaps I’m not; that question will remain unanswered bv me at any rate. Please “Miss Waverley,” don’* ask our dear “Bi Nai” to explain all about me next time he writes; the poor dear will get gray-headed trving to explain about a person he has never seen. So you have never heard of “Betty Zane”! Strange, seeing I have been writing to the page for exactly t'.i months, and some of our most esteemed Ites are my friends! And‘of course, near Ite, I have nothing whatever to do with your knowing “Bi Nai.” you are right there, as I remarked on the other page of this scrawl. “Bi Nai” merely asked me to tell vou that we had never met. I would ’ never !mv“ bothered writing about this happening, but I cannot see myself being explain.”l about, when I have had nothing to say about thia unfortunate happening; bo i’A the meantime I will let well alone Wendy dear, hasn’t the weather been dreadful? But still, we are in the throes of winter, so must expect bad weather I suppose. With love to our near Leader and al! the Ites.—Your rambling Ite, “BETTY ZANE,” Okoia Goodness me. dear, but I am pleased to have you with us. I began to wo.* der if you had forgotten us all. It would seem that some misreading ha« been indulged .in over the matter of our “Bi Nai.” I am sure your explanation will clear the mistake up, dear. Goodness. yes. the weather cobi, but still Obi King Winter iiiin.t have his reign musn’t he* Wendv. 4

“AND I GIGGLED AND I 1 GIGGLED.” SAYS “THISTLEDOWN.” Mv dear Wendy, —You don’t know how sony I am for being so neglectful to our pages of late, but I only hope that you’ll forgive me. I received a tew lines from “Morea ’ and ‘Lavender Lou” yesterday, so I will have to get to work and drop them a few lines. Now, “Miss Waverley,” you are no longer a mystery to me. I have a faint idea that I know who “Thistledown’s Sweetheart” is, too. Wendy, < “Miss Waverley” rang me up on April 1, and I giggled and giggled, because 1 thought she or someone was fooling me. She was putting on a few airs too, so that I wouldn't be able to guess who it was speaking, but after a while 1 said, ‘‘Was ig speaking ? ” She said it was “Miss Waverley,” and wouldn’t say “yes,” or “no.” That afternoon I saw her ’.n Maverley, and it wasn’t, long before things were proved that it was so. Mother and 1 went down to see the hunt and I will tell you of one of the funniest things that ever happened. There were six or more children stayed behind the pack to see if they could get their horses : to jump a wire fence. Most of them were on little ponies, but “Little Rewa,” who was among them, was on a big horse. It didn’t matter how many times took the ponies up, they wouldn’t go over. However, one little boy got off his pony and jumped | over the fence himself. Still rcmainI ing on the opposite side to the animal, Ihe got hold of the reins and pulled : and pulled, till the horse jumped over. I thought it one of the funniest incidents I’d ever seen. Last Friday after- ■ noon, the Sunday school and Bible class pupils, with the teachers, gathered together to give Mr. Coles, our minister, who is leaving shortly for England, an afternoon. A few items were rendered by the pupils, while afternoon tea was dispensed by the Bible class pupils and teachers. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves immensely. Well, 1 must not use too much of your valuable space, so I must be off. Much love. “THISTLEDOWN,” C.W.K., Waverley. Ever so pleased to have you with us this week, dear, it is good of yon to think of the tussle I am having at present in order to print everyone’s letters. What fun when “Miss Waverley” rang you up. What an amusing incident took place at the hunt. Mr. ' Coles would appreciate the afternoon given him. —Wendy. “GREEN LINNET” MISSES ALL HER OLD CO-ITES OF WENDYVILLE. Dear Wendy,—This is just a note to 1 let you know we have shifted. We arc 5 now 12 miles from Tauranga. It is very quiet where we live, and we have . a long way to go to school. I do miss all the Ites from Wendyville. Weil, Wendy, I will say good-bye. Love to you and all Ites. —From “GREEN LINNET,” Apata. Oh, and so you now have a new home, dear. Goodness, but you will miss all your fellow Ites. You must tell me more about your now home, T . hope you like it. Cheerio, dear. — Wendy. “JUST DERRY” COULDN’T BE LLEVE HER EYES WHEN SHE READ RESULTS. My dear Wendy,—.Just a few lines to say a thousand thanks for everything, i First for the prize money, which I reI ceived quite safely; second, for fort warding “Desert Song’s” letter; and i thirdly, for putting in my note about ’ penrpals. Y'ou know Wendy, I couldn’t - believe my eves, when 1 read that ■ “Just Derry” had won second place i in the “True Friendship” competition; ) T feel positively thrilled about it! s May I offer heartiest congratulations i to “Madcap,” and also mar.v thank- ’ for her good wishes to n;e? Say, Ites, i what about cheers for our “Old Gran,” Wendy, and our “unknown donor” of • the prizes. Y’es! Well, then, come on: “Hip. hip, hurrah-ah-ah! ” and make it loud and long! Dear Wendy darlint, this, I promised you, would only be a few lines, as I know you are cramped for space, so au revoir for now. Best love to all.—From “JUST DERRY,” Wanganui. ■ lam pleased you received the prizemoney safely, dear, and I may add that, your entry well deserved the prize. “Old Gran,” our unknown donor of prizes, and myself, are indebted to you ■ for your cheers.—Wendy.

“I WONDER IF YOU HAVE BEEN THINKING I WAS LOST?” ASKS “TWINKLE TWINK.” Dear Wendy,—l wonder if you have been thinking I was lost. Well, I am not! I have been so busy enjoying my self, that I am afraid I have neglected my Idtter-writing. Wo are having wonderful weather here in “Wonderland.” Mr. Autumn has indeed painted the trees and shrubs beautifully. 1 am sure he loves his work, for he is really a great artist. It makes me feel a wee bit sad to think that soon all those beautiful leaves will fall, and leave the trees so bare and forlorn looking. Still, what is more beautiful than the peeping of green from the little brown buds, as spring approaches? That makes us forget the cold dreariness of winter. I will pay you all a visit again next Wendyday. Cheerio.— “TWINKLE TWINK,” Wonderland. Well, yes, I had thought you were lost, dear, and I am ever so happy to have you with us this Letterland Bay. The trees are magnificent indeed with their autumn-tinted leaves. Spring always compensates for the drear days of winter, doesn’t it? —Wendy. ‘ ‘THE CLICK. CLICK OF KNITTING NEEDLES FORM MERRY MUSIC,” REMARKS “BEBE DANIELS.” Dear Wendy,—The winter games are just beginning at school, and soon there i will bo much putting on of thinking 'caps ami thinking out names for hockey and basketball teams. I think that sports like these arc some of the nicest things about winter, don’t you? Have you fallen a victim to the wave of “knitting” that is sweeping over us at present? Every other persoi you meet seems to be busily engaged in the making of jumpers or berets, scarves or socks. Knitting reedles flash quickly to and fro, and their brisk “click! click” forms a merry music for fireside circles. Well, I think I have written enough for this week, so I shall close. With love.—From “BEBE J»A NI ELS, ” Wanganui. I Yea, dear, even although the winter has come upon us with startling suddenness, Old King Winter has met with a ready welcome. Once upon a time I was very fond of knitting, but of late years I never seem to have time. Still, j before the winter is over I have proI mised to knit ui v.-n-ll a. “ hug-me j light.” have you seen them? They are lovely ami wanu. Wendv, x

! “I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME THINK WHO IT IS.” SAYS “ SILVERWINGS. ” Dear Wendy.—l suppose you thought 1 had gone wandering off and deserted the Hut. again? But no! I. didn’t mean to desert. 1 have been thinking of writing for quite a while now, but. every time I make to start something else crops up and in the excitement it’s forgotten. I’ve been in town staying with my friend for the last three days. We went to the school ball. We had quite a gay time. I see where somebody has written, calling his or herself “Silvervving’s Sweetheart,” and I can't, for the life of me think who it can be. Neither can I fathom the identity of “Aunty’s Darling,” and “The Snubnosed Dumpling.” I see “Laughing Lilac” is still puzzling over the mystery of “Dolores.” Someday she’ll probably find out, and then she may get a shock by discovering she’s on the wrong trail altogether! Well, Wendy. I must close, now. Love to all the Ites and yourself.—From “SILVEh’W 1 NGS,” Wendy haven. So jolly of you to pay us a call, dear/ I was wondering what had happened to you of late. I am pleased ypu enjoyed yourself at the ball. I know you would be puzzled about our “Siiverwing’s Sweetheart. ’ ’ —W endy A PUZZLED BROW WILL BE OUR “SILVERWING’S” WHEN SHE SCANS THIS LETTER. Dear Wendy.—l am here again. Oh. “Silverwings,” I sec by one of your letters that you were at the St. Patrick’s sports day dance, and you believe the gentlemen with you. were “The Man of the Moment” and myself. Well, perhaps you were right in the former case, but do you really believe I was of the party, too? I think you had better think again. 1 see the “Man of the Moment” and “Silverwings” both have “Sweethearts” in the Hut. Won’t they be thrilled? There are. a lot of Puke ’ltes, too, now, aren’t there W dy? 1 should know one or two of them, perhaps, as T was over there for a while once. They seem to be a merry crowd anyway. Now. Wendy, 1 must close as the “Odd Man Out” here is clamour ing for a game of draughts . hich is the latest craze in this household, so T sav cheerio.—From “LILY OF LA GUNA’S OTHER SWEETHEART.” How puzzled our “Silverwings” will be with what you tell her, dear. Ye.s, our clan of Puke ’ltes has grown indeed. Every week more and more join up, too. Draughts is a splendid winter evening amusement, indeed.— Wendy. WHAT HAS BECOME OF “TAFFY,” ASKS “CHARLESTON CHUCKLES.” Dear Wendy,—What has happened to “Taffy”? I wrote to him long before Easter, and I have not received an answer yet. I was wondering if he received it or not. if he did not I will write again. Oh. Wendy, the Mataroa sports were good and the sports dance wir better, only there was a dreadful crowd there, we could hardly dance without bumping into someone. The sheep do< trials were held here, and a dance was held later. Where is “Charleston Chuckles” now Wendy? F would love to start writing to her again; will you please ask her if she is willing? Isn’t it sad about Phar Lap dying? He .s a wonderful 1 o’*se, and would have had a great future had he lived. I expect his owners are heartbroken. I would be if he had been mine, wouldn’t you, Wendy? Well, Wendy dear, as it is bed-tinic I will say cheerio, with love to all.—From “QUEEN OF SILVER.” Mataroa. I have drawn “Taffy*s” notice 1o your request, dear, and 1 hope he wi r see it. Tam pleased yOu enjoyed yourself at the sports and dance. T will draw “Charleston Chuckles” attention also. Yes, Phar Lap’s death was a great shock to all who love a fine animal.—Wendy. “SO LET’S FORGET IT,” ANNOUNCES OUR MERRY “CHIC A BID.” Dear Wendy,—The days arc drawing in, now, and the evenings growing longer. These long winter evenings are the ones the young people like, aren’t they? Especially those young folk who dance. I’d dance the night awny any time, because I’m fond of it. I’m very much in favour of tho old-time

dances, too. They’re so pretty and dainty when done properly, ar 1 really the old-time dances arc becoming more popular as time wears on. Which old-time dance do you consider the prettiest. Wendy? t vote the real old waltz, and those who follow dancing will notice every old-time dance, practically iq based on the real waltz. [ don’t think anyone is a good dancer till they can waltz, still that’s only my opinion. Well, you’ll remember in my last letter I said how pretty the lights were, reflected on the river. Will, tonight I saw the most wonderful sight, I think I have ever seen, and that was the sunset reflected in the water. By jove, Wendy, but it was beautiful, and that’s saying little of it. I’ve seen pictures of the sunset and re d about it, hundreds of times, but to-night I actually saw it. I won’t try to describe it—l couldn’t. No! I’ve never seei. this city by night from St. John’s Hill. Some time I may have that chance. I see we have another “cut ” in wages. That’s hard, isn’t it? Still, I expect, the Government thinks it’s fo - the best, though personally, 1. don ’t agree. I get a “cut” of 3s 3d alone, and if one stops to think, they may agree with me that further “cuts” areonly increasing unemployment in this way. It may only be 3s 3d, I or others lose, but that’s 3s 3d less to spend, and if we can’t spend, and if the public haven’t the money to spend, then what is to become of our “shop-hands”? They must lose their positions, because if tho public can’t and won’t spend, then how are the firms to keep going? They must reduce their staff, —consequently more unemployment. The same thing amounts to those holding Government positions. However, I expect it’s no use worrying over it, as it, won’t do any good, and we would all . turn grey-headed if we tried to solve : the problem, and then that would 1 never do, so lot ’s forget it. Lots of : love from “CRIC-A-BlD,” C.W.K., * Wanganui . i Yes, dear, the old-time dances are be. » coining popular indeed. F love, them, r too. A dance I like for its prettiness * and simplicity is the Valctta. Waltz- ; ing is the foundation of all old-time . dancing. There have been some lovely . sunsets of late. I. too, have seen them. I It 1 extremely difficult to know, dear, ■ what is best to do. I would advise, I" it were possible, that everyone work diligently to help those who govern us to set matters right. This is, 1. know, very vague in a sense, but everyone 1 knows that unity is strength, and it. is * onl. when a house is divided against. itself that, it falls. The problem is to .• know along which lines we must work towards a correct, solution of our conn i I'y’< task. I think, ul'ler all. it would • !"• be-u to I'oliow \'oiii roii< luding lines,

••BUT I WOULDN’T WANT TO DO I IT AGAIN,” SAYS OUR CHEERY “VIC.” Dear Wendy. During the Easter holidays 1 vent down to Patea, and spent a very nice time. An aeroplane happened to be visiting there, and I was lucky to see it “stunting,' and a man came down in a parachute. I would rather like to try the latter to see what it; feels like, but. I’m sure once I did it I wouldn’t want to do it again. Is Wanganui a better 'ft' place for weather than here, Wendy, as it has been raining for nearly a week with small pauses now and agajn. After a few days of fine weather the people here want rain, and, as far as 1 can see they receive what they want. Not half as nice as old Mangaweka, where we get real summers and not ones with rain every week, or so. Basketball and hockey are commencing again at school now, so wc will have something to amuse ourselves with. Will you convey to <f ßig Brother’s Pal” my deepest sympathy in his toco; bereavement, please*? It was a very sad thing for us to lose one of our fellow ’ltos. Sunday: Isn’t a wet day awful. Wendy? It rained all day to-day, and your ’lte was so disappointed when she looked outside and saw the rain pouring down that she stayed in her warm bed and didn’t rise till Old Father Sol had completed more than half his daily journey, I went for a walk about four o’clock and although the rain still came down 1 didn’t take any notice of it, but kept plodding on. just to spite me. I think that not long after I arrived home, very wet, the sun camo out and all cleared up for a while. Congratulations to the first to join this happy band. Fancy, two Mar weka or Wendyville ’ltos being among the first ten. I did not send my name in as 1 diil not join for a while after it hail commenced. The band is on the way to numbering four thousand now, isn’t it? You will have to appoint someone to help you manage your large family. I must close now, Wendy, as it is getting late. Much love to all ’ltes especially yourself.-—From “VIC,” t'.W.K., Stratford. I am afraid that one descent would bo more than most people would care to experience, dear. The parachutes look wonderful as they float earthwards. don>they? The weather here is very cold; 1 will draw “B.B.’sP.’s” notice to your message of condolence. Our band'keeps on growing, too, dear. 1 feel very much like “The x Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe” now. Wendy. A REAL FARMER LAD IS OUR “SERGEANT DAN.” Dear Wendy—Just a few lines to let you know what is happening in our district. We are having our school holidays now. and have been helpingdaddy with the top-dressing on the hills. April 8 war my birthday, when I turned nine years old. I had a small party for it. Aly cake was decorated with green and yellow’ kewpics. My grandma and aunty sent me a lovely big box of paints, a ping-pong set, and a jig-saw puzzle, which, when made, is n picture of Whangarei. 1 have been very interested watching the carpenters build a chimney and line a room. Hoping you are very well. I remain, your loving Ite, “SERGEANT DAN.” Silverhope. I am pleased to hear from you. dear. I wondered how you fared of late. I hope you have enjoyed your holidays. What a wonderful time you had on your birthday, and what lovely presents you received. Thank you. dear, I tun keeping quite well.—Wendy. “THE GARDENS ARE LOOKING LOVELY NOW,” SAYS “LITTLE CURLE YLOCKS. ” Dear Wendy,—T have not written to you for a long time, so I will write now. The gardens are looking pretty now that some of the flowers are out. We have a new teacher at our school and she is very nice. You have quite a number of children writing to you now. Last Sunday wc went to the Jubilee Home. Wc saw many old men and women walking about outside on the lawns. We saw Mr. Collins’ funeral. There were sixty-two cars following. I cannot think of anything more now. so I will close. Good-bye, with lots of kisses to vou.—From “LITTLE CURLEYLOCKS,” C.W.K., Kaitoke. I am pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. The chrysanthemums are gorgeous flowers, aren’t they? The gardens are full of them just now. Our Hut is growing every week. The funeral was a large one. T. too, saw the funeral as it passed on its way to the cemetery.—Wendy. “MYSTERY ME ME’S” RAT BAND DREAM. Dear Wendy,—Have you or any of my co-Ites heard a Rat Band? I have! But it was in a dream, and one part of the dream was where a dozen big rats were playing in a band, and the music was wonderful, better than the music. played by the String Band that Wendyville boasted of once. I sup-posc-cr-someone will turn round and tell me I’ve got the rats after they have read this, but it’s a fact about the dream. I’ll admit my brain isn’t on the level and it’s slightly unhinged, but f believe I’m quite harmless! This is where T agree with you, “Madcap,” that there should be a “Medico” in the Hut. You, with your bounding pulse and rising temper (attire), as you [>ut it, and poor silly me with my unhinged mind, there really ought to Ite someone to attend to us, for who knows when we may take a turn for the better (no, I mean the worse). Wo may do some damage to the Hut. I hope Mr. Printerman doesn’t see rats when he’s printing this letter. I’d hate to think ho set the trap to catch rats and finds out afterwards that it was only rhe sun casting shadows through the window and playing tricks with his eves. Well, Wendy, I must away, ami will be with you again in the near future. Love to you and my fellow Ites.—From “MYSTERY* ME ME.” Mangaweka. What a wonderful but strange dream you had. dear. Oh, come now, f am sure you cannot be in such a plight as you portray. No, I am afraid our Mr. Printennan is "not at any time guilty o£ seeing double. However. I 1 will see that he roads your letter.— Wendy.

“A ROARING FIRE, AN INTERESTING BOOK. AND A NICE APPLE.” SAYS OUR “RECKLESS RIDER.” Dear Wendy,—l think it is about time this Ito wrote to you again. .It, is three weeks since 1 last wrote, and do you know I have not had a pen in inv hand since then. Do you like reading, Wendy? I think the best thing on a cold night is a roaring lire, an interesting book, and a nice juicy apple to chew. Now. don't you think those three would go well together on a frosty night? 1 do, anyway, as I practise it nearly every night. Do yotl think, Wendy, you could persuade some of your merry band to correspond with mo? I should love to write to them and exchange photos. Would vou like a photo of “Your Reckless Rider”*? I. am sending you one of myself taken on horseback. I hope you will like it. I think this Ite will close now. With love aiiid all best wishes to you and all my eo-Ites.—From “OUR RECKLESS RIDER, ” Mosston. Yes. dear, I like reading very much; it is a splendid pastime. A wonderful combination, to be sure. Oh. but what a jolly snap, thanks so much. I’ll see if L can get you some pen-friends.— Wendy. “WHAT HAVE THE DICKEYBIRDS TN WANGANUI BEEN WHISPERING?” QUERIES “OUR HAPPY JACK.” Dear Wendy,—Humbly apologising, the prodigal rcturneth. I surely do plead guilty to the offence of laziness, no other word could prove more fitting. The Hut has changed considerably since I last wrote. When I joined 'here was no “Golden Emblem II,” no “mysteries” to talk about, no ’‘P.D.’s” to enlist the aid of, and nowhere near so many “sweethearts.” Yes, ’tis true I’m a back number. ‘Miss McGinty,” my congratulations on attaining the age of discretion. I intended to attend the celebrations, but nlas! Thursdays prove one of my busiest days. My word, our “Aunty’s” picnic turned out a great success, did it not. Wendy, what have these ‘iickeybirds in Wanganui been whispering? Has “Bi Nai’s” identity boon discovered by “Karoro”? I hope not because he ha been a mystery for u long time. “Lily of Laguna,” do you think it’s quite fair to ask our “P.D. ” to help you with your detective work? Rumour tells me that our Aramoho postman carries a special bag for “White Forget-me-not’s” Mangaweka mail, therefore our “Private Detective” must be very great friends with his pen. Wendy, I must flose else I’ll be giving my identity away. Love and best wishes.—From ‘“JOLLY HAPPY JACK,” Aramoho. Welcome, my dear prodigal. Long have we awaited your coming. Now, just where have you been? You will notice a great change indeed in our clan; we even have had a new addition built on to our Hut. Will you, if you should see our “Miss McGinty.” convey my good wishes to her also for her 21st birthday? “Aunty’s” picnic was a wonderful event indeed, "'ush! dear, the dickeybirds must not whisper too loudly.—Wendy. “I CAN JUST IMAGINE MY ‘SWEETHEARTS’ LAUGHING UP THEIR SLEEVES,” SAYS “LILY OF LAGUNA.’’ Dear Wendy,—lt seems to be the fashion now, for everyone to have a sweetheart in the Hut, but I.’m sure none of them would cause their ‘‘other halves” (?) the worry mine do me. Don’t you feel sorry. ‘sweethearts ’ for me sometimes, because 1 am sure you must know how I long io know who you are. I am sure also, that you know now every word I said of you at a certain tennis party at Easter. I can just imagine you laughing up your sleeves. My word, Wendy, the Puke ’ltes are enrolling, thick and fast, aren’t they? ‘The Puke PJD.” is a great sport and writes amusing letters. How nice of “Valentine La Nina” to send you some wedding cake. She sent me some, too, and I am going to call on her in her new home sometime soon. I go to town less frequently now, and I am losing touch with the few ’ltes that T knew. I. had no time to speak to “Silvcrwings” la; time T. saw her, but she had “Dolores” with her. I think, ami they also wore busy. I think. I must bring this to a finish, Wendy, ere I take up more of your valuable spacm T am your extremely curious—“LlLY OF LAGUNA,” Wondyhaven. Yes, dear, our ’.ltes from Puke ’lie are going up every week. It is simply wonderful, isn’t it? Oh. and so our “Valentine La Nina” sent you some of her wedding cake, too. How wonderful! and I see vou are going to call upon her. also. What a jolly surprise for her.—Wendy. “I HOPE ‘OLD MAN RIVER' SEES MY LETTER,” SAYS “LUCY GREY.” Dear Wendy,—How arc you getting on? 1 am very sorry that. L did not write to you before. T have been ill in bed for a few days, 'rhe weather has been very cold down on the coast. V e have a new teacher at our school, named Miss Cambridge; she had to come because our teacher is ill. How are all the Wendyites up your way. Mv aunty sends me the Hut pages every week. What a lot of lies there are in Wendy town now. Fancy “Old Man River” writing to you at his age, and I hope he sees my letter this week. He must be a trick. There arclots of little babies round hero Wendy. The mill wiiere my daddy works was burned down a few weeks ago. My word, the days are getting short. We have two cats called “Silver” and “Tiger.” I have £8 8s in the Post Office. Now, I will close. With best love and kisses. From “LUCY GREY,” Brunnerton, S.I. I am keeping well, thank yuii. deni. Oh, but I am so sorry to hear that you have been ill, and 1 hope you are soon quite better. It is wretched to bo ill, isn’t it? Wc have had some very cold weather hero, too. It is lovely to have “Old Man River” with us indeed. Well, I think that wonderful, fancy US 8s i H your P.O. savings box. I cam not send you a badge, dear, as I have no more until some more arrive from the manufacturers. Will you wait or will I return your p.n. to you?— Wendy.

A KINDNESS TO A TEAT.IERED FRIEND FROM THE PEN OF “SAGO LILY.” Dear Wendy,— At last I’ve managed to write again. It’s weeks since I. last wrote. I am enclosing a snap of “Little Jollstick,” a friend and my- 1 self in our beach pyjamas. What a • band of 'ltes we now have? My word. | L expect you're kept busy. Aren’t we I having the Honours Board now? i Wendy, does “Wood Violet” live in j Wanganui? Wc have two pigeons, a canary and a parrot, if we get any more birds or pets there will be more pets than people. We have four fairly | tame magpies, and they come almost i up to the door for food. Two of them j are rather frightened though. A few months ago one of them fell into a i bucket of water, and was unable to fly. , About six o’clock in the morning we I heard a terrible noise outside, and on ' going out we saw our cat trying to catch the magpie, and the other birds were flying low overhead. My mother ran out and brought the magpie inside and dried its wings. It did not attempt to peck anybody. When it could fly we let. it go and it flew away joyfully to join its feathered friends. Ever since, the magpies have stayed round the place. Well. Wendy, I will cluse now. Your loving ’Ite—“SAGO LILY,” Huntcrvillc. Oh, dear, but what a wonderful little snap. I am so pleased to have it, I shall place it together with all my other treasures. Yes, our Hut has grown, wc have even Lad to have an addition built to get everyone in. The Merit Index ono day. be published. lam awfully put to it to find enough space for letters alone. “Wood Violet” lives at Ngutuwera. What a lot of feathered friends you have. How kind you v *• * to the p : magpie.—Wendy. “WE ARE HAVING A LOT OF COLD WEATHER NOW,” SAYS “JOCKEY JACKEY.” Dear Wendy,—You asked me when my birthday is. It is on September 11, and my brother’s is on April 6. He says he is going to write to you when he gets older. We are having a lot. of cold weather now. Our school holidays arc now nearly over, and I have enjoyed them. Well, Wendy, it is getting near bedtime, so 1 must close. Kind regards to all the Itos. —Yours sincerely, “JOCKEY' JACKEY.” Ka rioi. Thank you, dear, for sending the ' date of your birthday. I shall be glad to receive your little brother when he is old enough to write. The days are cold indeed. I hope you enjoyed the holidays, dear.—Wendy. “ROSE OF TRALLEE” SENDS JOLLIEST OF REPORTS ABOUT BIBLE CLASS CAMP. Dear Wendy,—Here I am once again, excuse my silence over Easter, but I went away to camp. It was our Bible Cla-' Camp, and the girls of North and South Otago were present. The camp was held at Waikouaiti, and wc- were in the school. As Anniversary Day fell about a day before Easter, we Otago folk shifted it around, and held it on the Tuesday, so we received one day extra. We left on the Thursday night, in the G. 30 train and arrived at Waikouaiti, about 9.30. Our luggage was taken to the school by an ancient-look-ing cart and horse, while we went to the Sunday School Hall, where supper was awaiting us. After supper we went to the school to find our luggage, room, and palliasse. My two mates and myself soon gathered our goods, and made our way to our really stylish bedroom. There were 13 in our half of the room, and 93 in the camp, so, Wendy, you can imagine what a fine job our camp mother had looking after us. After a good night’s rest wc woke up quite refreshed, and studied our room-mates, for we had been too weary the night before to notice very much. Our room-mates were very jolly, and 1 we bad great fun with them, when we came to know them better. On the Friday afternoon we went to the beach and what a long way it was, but we enjoyed the outing, and the s'ght of the sea. On the Saturday afternoon there was a basket-ball tournament. I played, at least I tried to play, for I am not very good at basket-ball, but our team drew both times, so ' did not feel as though I had hindered my side. Though wo did not win the cup we had a jolly time. Sunday, was one of those quiet restful country days. On Monday we went for another picnic to Reach Street, and quite a few went in for a swim. Tuesday was the hardest day of all. for we had to break camp. First the Oamaru ones went, then rurselves. However ■ we had a wonderful time, every day lovely and sunny, and jolly people to got to know. I can assure you we are all looking forward t-o our next Easter camp. I do enjoy reading the ’ltes’ letters, and I know ono or two, I have met in letterland before. I do so wish to visit Wanganui. and now I am working I shall be un that, wav when I have saved all my » pennies. Well, dear Wendy, till next letterland day. From “ROSE OF I TRALLEE,” Dunedin. Oh, dear, but what a wonderful time 1 you had at the Bible camp. Yes, camp’s mother would indeed have her hands full. However. I expect she very soon had things to rights. Basketball is a splendid game, isn’t it? You know, dear. I doubt if there is a better holiday than that spent at the seaside. T will arrange introductions for you to meet some of our ’ltes when you journey to our city, if you would care to. — Wendy. “ALTHOUGH IT IS WINTER, WE HAVE NOT HAD MANY COLD DAYS YET.” REMARKS HONEYSUCKLE.” Dear Wendy,—As I have not written to you for some time, I thought I had better write this week. The gardens are looking quite lovely now, as the chrysanthemums are out. Recently we weut to the Jubilee Home to see my aunty who is staying there. Wo saw Mr. Collins’ funeral. There were 62 car/, following. On Anzac Day we went to see my aunty who lives in Marton. It is winter now, but we have not had many cold days yet. You have quite a number of ’ltes writing to you non. I suppose it takes a long time to read and answer all the letters. Fancy, ov three thousand children writing to you. Please, Wendy, would you kindly convey our thanks through your Notice Board to “Winter Bride” for her kind message of sympathy. I think I must close now, as 1 ranuot think of anything more. Hoping you arc quite well. Love—From “HONEY SUCKLE,” Kaitoke. So pleased, dear, to have your weicomo letter this week. The chrysanthemums are gorgeous, aren’t they? Mr. Collins’ funeral was a great length, he was hold in great respect by all. Our band has grown, hasn’t it? Wo have had to have another addition built on. I will sou that “Winter Bride” secs your message. Then, < : . ■ f • I. toe. Wvu.L