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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 75, Issue 244, 15 October 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

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“Happy Pet” 1 year , 3322 “Fan San” 11 ” ‘ 3323 “Tom Pot” 15 ” 3324 “Quong Dong” 15 ” 3325 •‘Rosa Maria” 14 ” 3326 “Firebrand Trevisan” ..14 ” 3327 j ■ “The Eloper” 15 ” | ’ 3328 “Lady Godiva” 15 ” 3329 “I Spy” 15 ” 3330 “Grapho” ” 3331 “Mary Ann Again’’ .... 17 HON. MEMBER 3322 . “Arsene Lupin” 20 ” Dear Wendy,—Please have you a corner in your Hut where I could play with my blocks and ball, and where I could go to "bye-bye” when I'm tired? Daddy says there are such a lot of boys and girls in your Hut, and I would like someone to play with. Daddy is writing this for me, because my pencil makes only funny linen and squiggles, and I can't even draw a man yet, so mummy says you would not know what I said if I wrote it myself. Sometimes mummy says I'm a pet,” so please can that be my pen-name? Love.— From "HAPPY PET,” Ohingaiti. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my ienr. Wl.y, of course, we have room for such a wee little soul like you. Just toddle over here and sit down by our "Old Gran,” she will see that no ill befalls you. How lucky you are to have such nice toys to play with. How kind of daddy to write for you. You may have the pen-name you have asked for and I hope you < will our "Happy Pet” coo. —Wendy. ; * * ' Dear Wendy,—Will you plevs-2 enrol me as 1 a member of the Wendy Hut? My sister has - a pet lamb, and it was the tiniest little thing I ever saw, but now it is growing quite big. ; Oh, Wendy, have you ever tried to teach anyone to ride a cycle? I have been trying to i tea-h my sister and she was as funny as anything. She kept on falling off and now she is j quite stiff, but she managed it in the finish. My sides are quite sore tvith laughing at her. We have four little calves, Wendy and we have a fearful time trying to get them in their pen at nights; ttiey go everywhere but the right place. My word, they're cunning. . I May I have “San Toy” for my pen-name? ' Well. Wendy, 1 will close. With best love ( and wishes to all your Ites and yourself.— , From “FAN SAN,” Waverley. Welcome to the Mjpndy Hut, my dear. The pet lambs are pretty wee things, aren’t they? Yes, I have taught others to ride a cycle. It Is funny, as you say. One soon acquires the art, though, doesn’t one? The pen-name you have asked for is in use, so I have chosen “Fan San” for you.—Wendy. « * . * Dear Wendy,—lt was in last Saturday’s Hut page that I conceived the inspiration of being desirous to become one of your celebrated Ites. “Wendytown’s Mystery” gave me the cue, as it was stated by this person to be the only one in Wendytown not to have enrolled. I claim that privilege now until, of course, someone else displaces me. And I am almost certain that my enrolling will rouse nonmembers to activity, thereby causing keen competition to l>e acclaimed the last of Wendytown. With your permission, Wendy, 1 should

be accepted into your happy circle. In my opinion, 1 must say that your correspondence page is one of the finest in existence and it has been my earnest desire to be with you, but I could not muster sufficient courage to enable me to do so earlier. Nevertheless, I have managed a start, and will do my utmost to live up to the rules of our Wendy Hut. In reference to a pen-name, "Arsene Lupin” is my choice. Dear Wendy, I am an ardent admirer of "Madcap” and "Madame X,” also “Scriho’s” letters, and am always delighted to while a half-hour away perusing their very interesting notes. My pen, I'm afraid, feebly portrays what I really think, but you will agree with me, Wendy, when I say that one’s mind is apt to wander. It seems great fun to remain as long as possible unsolved, and that, Wendy, is my ambition. 1 defy even our “Hut’s Sleuth” to reveal my identity. I’m sorry to have prolonged the use of my pen, so will conclude, hoping to he one of the clan. Cheerio and love to all Itee and Wendy.— From “ArSehe Lupin,” Ohingaiti. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. 1 am ever so happy to have one so jolly as yourself enter our ranks. Perhaps, too, your entry may cause many more to become one of us. It pleases me very much to have you express such appreciation of our pages. You may h ive the pen-name. The Ites you mention are gems indeed. Now that you have issued a challenge to our "Hut’s Sleuth” 1 hope you will take j every precaution against discovery.— Wendy. Dear Wendy,—May J join your nappy band of Ites? 1 am thirteen years old. We are milking nineteen cows every morning. We milk before we go to school. We are playing marbles at our school, and 1 am the best player. We are having a target rt.nge at our place. The Parikino boys travel x) here on the lorry while some come on horse-back to shoot. Well, good-bye, Wendy. Love. - From "TOM POT,” Atone. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. 1 am ever so pleased you have asked to join our ranks. Marbles are a splendid pastime, aren't they ? I am sorry but you cannot have the pen-name you have asked for, so I have chosen another which 1 hope you will like.- Wendy. Dear Wendy,- 1 will be pleased if you will enrol me among your Ites as “Qong Dong.” I always read your pages when the paper comes. I must close now, so cheerio.— From "QUONG DONG,” Raetihi. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. You may have the pen-name you have asked for. 1 am so pleased you find so much to interest and amuse you in our pages, that is jolly.— Wendy. Dear Wendy, Plea.-e may I join your happy corner? May 1 have “Walking My Baby Back Home” for my pen-name? J am in Standard VI. 1 will be glad when it is swimming time. | won’t you? I will write to you another day, Wendy, when I have time.—From your affectionate “ROSA MARIA." Pukeroa. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. I am ever so pleased to have you with us in ou ( merry ranks. The pen-name you have asked for is too long, so I have given you another which I hope you will like. We have commenced swimming here rm - li i wonderful.

'OUR PAGES ARE BECOMING RENOWNED,” EXCLAIMS “ROSE OF TRALLEE.” Dear Wendy,--How is everyone in Makebelieve Land this Letterland Day? "Desert Song” has kindly sent me some more Wendy Hut pages, and it is very kind of her. She also sent me a snap of herself and "Hawcra'a Bright Star,” and he is a bonnie little Ite, Wendy. I also want to thank "Star o’ the Desert.” Hunterville, and "The Private Detective.” Mangaweka, for so kindly sending |he poem "To a Pen-pal” to me. Yes, Wendy, our family is growing weekly, it is a good sign, isn’t it? Our club finished on Tuesday night, and 1 was rather sorry, for we had some jolly times. It was a social evening, and we all had evening frocks on. Everyone had to go as a song and some of them were funny. For instance, Wendy, "Sweet and Low” was a sweet Lied on to your shoe, or “The Meeting of the Waters,” a picture of the sea and river meeting. One girl had a very funny and misleading one. It was the picture of a sweet little baby asleep, and the song proved to be "After the Bawl”; in other words, "After the Ball.” We did laugh over it. We had a few more games, including as usual "The Grand Old Duke of York.” The evening soon passed and soon we had said good-byes, perhaps not to meet again until next year. It is a beautiful morning as J. write, and it is the opening of the Caversham Bowling Club, and grandad, the only bowl player in our house, is away down at the green. How lovely to have an Ite in South Africa, our Hut’s pages are becoming renowned, are they not Wendy? Yes, Wendy, we have some dear little violets out, and they are so pretty. I like the scent of violets, don’t you Wendy? ' '"'‘-night I am going to a Bible Class social at Port Chalmers, and I think it will be nice. It will be good fun going down in the train. There will be about 150 there. 1 am going to /sleep at “Rose of Trallee’s Sweetheart s” place, as she, her sister, and I are great pals. Well. dear Wendy, I hear the footsteps of our patient Mr. Printerman, so love and best wishes to all.— From "ROSE OF TRALLEE,” Dunedin. It is really remarkable where all our Ites come from, isn’t it? Our members are rapidly being added to each week, too. I wonder who will be the 4000th? What fun the social must have been. A very novel idea to represent the titles of songs, wasn't it? I hope grandaddy enjoyed opening day. Our membership overseas is gradually increasing, isn't it? Whata jolly time you will spend with your co-Ite.— Wendy. “TEOREORE” COMES TO PAY THE HUT A CALL. Dear Wendy,—Here T am again writing a letter to you. Every Sunday the men come by our house and shoot at a on the rifle range. Sometimes they hit the bulls-eye. The one who hits the bulls-eye wins. Some of the people come on a motor-lorry and some on horse-back. I have no more to tell you, so good-bye.—From "TEOREORE,” Atene. Oh. so here you are, dear, I wondered what had become of you. I am so pleased you have V ritten. The shooting on the range must make a great deal of noise. 1 suppose you have quite a gathering there? Wendy. “THE RIDING CAP’S” LAMB FOLLOWS HIM TO SCHOOL Dear Wendy,•• How are you getting on? We are having fine weather here. I have a pet lamb at home. I feed it day and night. When 1 go to school it follows me. 1 have twentytwo ducks and one drake. There are eighteen of them laying, and four geese are hatching. Soon we will have some goslings. There are plenty of people ploughing their ground and planting their food. Next month we are starting to eat our new potatoes. Spring is here and all our flower gardens are full of prim- , roses, roses and anemones. We are playing marbles at our school, and I’m the best player of the lot. My best friends are Joe Kumeroa and Mashiah B. Johnson. I am writing this letter in school. Well, Wendy, I have no more to say. Love.—From “THE RIDING CAP," Pukerimu. I am keeping quite well, thank you, dear, and I hope you are, too. How lucky you are to have a pet lamb. Fancy it following you to school. What a lovely lot of eggs you get. Spring is always a busy time of the year, isn’t it?—Wendy. “DIMPLING BEA CITY” KNOCKS UPON THE HUT’S DOOR. Dear Wendy,—Here I am writing to you again. Yesterday we went down to the river to play on the hank. “The Riding Cap” was on the road, throwing stones at us and hit “Rose of Parikino” on the chest. She cried so we went to see what was the matter. Then we all went home. When we went home I -saw a young thrush on the road learning to fly. I went to chase it, but it flew on a willow tree, so 1 went inside. Good-bye, dear Wendy, I will write to you again sometime. Well, Wendy, I've got no more to say. Love. From "DIMPLING BEAUTY,” Parikino. How nice to go and play on the hank of, the river, what a wonderful time you must have had together. Oh, but 1 am sure our "The Riding Cap" did not mean the stone to hit "Rose of Parikino.” There are quite a number of young birds learning to fly now’ aren't there? Yes, do write again soon.— Wendy, “WE FOUND OURSELVES GOING A LONG WAY IN A LITTLE TIME,” SAYS “THISTLEDOWN.”

Dear Wendy,--Just a short note this week as news, paper and time are all scarce. It is nearly cow-time, so it is going to he a rush for me to finish this, before I go. 1 was over to see “Brown Eyes” last Saturday again, and

took my “hujar” with me Her sister is going back to Wellington soon. By the time you receive this she will be home, 1 suppose. “Bi own Eyes” and I went out to try and play golf, we weren’t going to go far, hut when we got. out into the paddocks, by hitting the ball full force, we found ourselves getting a long way in a little while. "Brown Eyes’ Sweetheart” was mistaken when she said that “Little Rewa” and I were arguing over her, as it was "T.D.’s Sweetheart” who we had the dispute over. “Little Rewa” and I seem to lie a quarrelsome pair, don’t we? I see where “Little Miss Goldilocks” says she's found me out. I daresay she knows who 1 am, but my initials are not “C. 0. I have known who you are for ages, “L.M.G.” Your initials are "D. 8. Wendy, would you tell "Our Sister” that I’ll be writing to her within a few weeks. She could not have received my last two letters, one addressed to Mangaweka and the other one to Hunterville. Well, I hope vou can read this scribble, but 1 intend writing a longer letter next time. Much love to all. From “THISTLEDOWN,” C.W.K., Waverley. So pleased to have your welcome letter, dear, no matter how short it may be. Golf is a splendid game, isn’t it? Yes, I will tell “Our Sister." Do write again soon, won’t you?— Wendy.

"MY CRYSTAL IS JUST THE THING FOR DISCOVERING ELUSIVE ITES,” DECLARES “THE SEER.” Hullo, "Wendy! Hullo, Everybody! How are you all this Letterland Day? Just the same as 1 ant, I hope, never better in my life. The lovely warm weather that we're having at present must bring happiness to all the young folk, for it brings thoughts of swimming, picnics, tennis, etc., don’t you think. Wendy? I went whitebaiting last week-end, but did not get many, there are not many about yet. 1 see hy the letters that quite a number of Ites have been trying their hands at this branch of fishing. Well, Wendy, did my crystal speak the truth last week? Have you, by any chance, received those letters that the crystal revealed being written? Perhaps they were not posted! But wait! 1 will lake a look into that silvery hall and see if it reveals anything. Hush! Look! All is cloudy! Ah! What is that? A post! Yes! But what is that, a box fixed to it ? Oh ; a letterbox! Yes, Wendy, those letters were posted. I will not be ®ble to get the pages soon enough this week to see if they are in. Wait! Another vision comes before me in the crystal. What is it? A room, a table in the centre, and somebody scribbling away at top speed. His back is towards me. He cannot be writing for the Hut pages, for there are piles of manuscript before him. which if printed would not leave room for any other of the Ites' letter. Sh-h-h-h! He’s yawning. He rises and put the papers away in a drawer. Ah! I sec his face now. "Well, 1 never, he's one of our best-known Ites. But wait, he's sitting down again. He’s going to write once more. I must gaze more deeply and see if I can discover what he is writing. The vision is very indistinct. I can only make out a few letters here and there. "Ohin Oct.--. D—r Wen Oh! he's writing to you "Wendy. Oh, bother! the vision’s fading away. I wonder when the letter will be finished? Well. Wendy, I have discovered one of our most popular Ite’s identity, so that is something. This crystal is just the thing for discovering those elusive Ites, isn't it? So look out. you Ites who think they are unknown. I will hunt you down. Well, this will have to do for now. so cheerio everybody until next Letterland Day. Ta!* Ta!. “THE SEER,” Letterland. It is indeed lovely to have the sunny days with us, because it means so much joy for all our young folk. Yes, the letters have arrived, just as you said they would. How very wonderful I think your crystal. From your description I imagine the object of your vision to be our worthy “Scribo.” We have a newcomer to our ranks, by name “Grapho” who absolutely defies all attempts on your part to reveal his or her identity. Wendy. ’•SMILING BI SH FAIRY" KNOWS LOTS OF ITES IN PARIKINO NOW. Dear Wendy, -Here 1 am again, writing you these few lines. I am very fond of reading your letters. Well. Wendy, I know a lot of Ites from here Every Sunday the people at the pa go up to the shooting range at Atene. We are having a big dance on the 22nd of this month. Yesterday I didn’t go to school, because my baby sister was sick. My father was away working and I had to stop and mind her. This morning I met “Beau Madez” riding along the road. Well, I hope to have more news next time. Goodbye, dear Wendy.-From your loving Ite, “SMILING BUSH FAIRY," Parikino. 1 ain pleased, dear you like the letters I write to you all, that is splendid. I am glad you know so many of our Ites, too. What, a lovely time you all seem to have at the dances. I am so sorry to hear that your little sister has been ill. I hope she is now quite better again.—Wendy. “YELLOW BUTTERCUP” REMARKS UPON THE SWIFT PASSAGE OF TIME. Dear Wendy. Well, as I ha\e finished my homework 1 think I ought to be allowed time to write to you. This year I hope to gain my proficiency, so 1 should work hal'd, should not I ? We are going to have a fancy dress ball here soon, but I don’t know the exact date. “Occident,’’ I had almost forgotten about you until I saw your letter in the' Wendy Hut page the other week. Just about all the daffodils are done now. Aren’t we having lovely fine days, Wendy? It's just lovely to sit about in the beautiful sunshine. Isn't. 1932 just flying by? It seems no time since we were having our 1931 Christmas holidays, does it? 1 have discovered a few new Ites of Utiku, but there are still some I am on the tracks of. I also know a few Ite.js from Raetihi, and other places. Well, it is just terrible to sit down to write a letter without any news, so I think 1 will close. Lots of love to you, Wendy, and all the Ites. —From “YELLOW BUTTERCUP.” Utiku. That is the very thing, dear, work hard and I am sure you will pas*. I hope you spend a happy time at. the ball, such jolly affairs, aren’t they? The year has passed away ever so swiftly. It seems no time at all sines Christmas was with us. and now we have it almost here again. I see you have been busy discovering some of our Ites’ identities, too. Wendy. "AND THE CHERRIES ARK ALL IN BLOSSOM,” SAYS “LULU ROSE. ’ Dear Wendy,—Here I am anain writing a letter. All the people are planting food, and the lambs are playing about in the sunshine. The fruit trees have little green plums ano the cherries are all in blossom. Wendy, wo are having a big dance and 1 am glad. Sundays all the boys go shooting at the rifle range at Atene, up the river. Love from.— “LULU ROSE,” Parikino. So pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. Yes, springtime is a busy season of the year, indeed. Most of the fruit trees arc well-laden and I expect we shall have a plentiful supply of fruit this year. 1 hope the dance was a success. —Wendy. “I SEE THERE ARE STILL MORE ITES JOINING EVERY SATURDAY,” SAYS “NANCY BELL.” Dear Wendy, -Here I am writing to you once again after attempting to for about hair dozen times. You will have to forgive me for not writing before, but I really couldn't be bothered writing letters. 1 hope you have escaped this awful sickness which has been going about. Unfortunately it visited me and left me with an awful cold in my head. I was in bed for three days with earache, sore eyes and no voice, but I’m glad to say I'm on the road to recovery. How have you and all the Ites been keeping since I last wrote? Judging by last week's Wendy paper there were quite a number of the Old Brigade with us. In one of the recent pages I saw where "Madame X” had a few photos of the last picnic to spare. Would you please tell her 1 would like one or two snaps. I have just finished writing a letter to "Christmas Lilyite.” I see there are still more Ites joining every Saturday. You soon will have 4000. Wc have been having gorgeous sunny days lately. Ones that make you get into summer dresses. 1 think we will be visiting the river by the end of this month. We have “Grey Dawn" working for us. She has been here two months. She and I have some great fun together especially when we ride a horse. We have seven dear little pups and there is one which takes my fancy. It's the only one that knows when 1 call out “pup! pup!” They are just getting to the playful stage, and they won’t stay in their kennel. The other day we had a great game of basketball. Well, Wendy, I think I have written enough for one letter. I will close now, hoping you are well. I remain, your true-blue Ite—"NANCY BELL,” Mangamahu. P.S.—"Grey Dawn” joined about five years ago and she said that you might have forgotten her. She hopes you are well. N.B. I am sori-y to hear you have not been well, dear. I am quite well, thank you. No, the badges have not yet arrived. I will jfee that everyone knows of their arrival. Isn't it jolly to have so many of our Old Brigade within our ranks every week? I will tell "Madame X." The puppies are playful little scamps, aren’t they? Do you play tennis? Will you please give my love to "Grey Dawn,” I would love to hear from her again.—Wendy. "BEAU MADEZ" FINDS WHITE-BAITING IS SOMETIMES DISAPPOINTED Dear Wendy,- Thank you for the pen-name you have given me lam very pleased with it. Last Saturday “Strawberry Queen” and I went down to the shingle bed where wc have our white-bait bar to get some white-bait. On arriving at the bar we saw a lot of fish in it, but, when we drove them into the net. there was only a quarter of a billy full. So we sat down to wait for more to come. Soon we saw a big shoal of white-bait coining, but when they reached the bar they went outside, leaving us very disappointed. It was then too late to wait for more so we went home. I will close now. Your loving He—“BEAU MADEZ,” Petangi. I am pleased you liked the pen-name I gave you, dear. Whitebaiting is great fun, isn't it? I tried to catch some, too, one day, but T did not have much success. Wendy. “WE ARE DEVOTING ALL OUR TIME TO CRICKET AND TENNIS,” SAYS "RAINDROP’S SWEETHEART.” Dear Wendy, - I see in to-day's paper that “Raimlrop” wishes to correspond with me. Will you please tell her that I cannot do so as I have a good deal of writing to do already. The football and baskethall season is over now, Wendy, and we are devoting our »4pare time to cricket and tennis. The bulbs are in full bloom and it is quite an ordinary thing to sec a field covered with yellow blooms. Well, Wendy, as news is scarce I must close. Love to "Raindrop" and other Tt.es. I am your loving Ite, “RAINDROP'S SWEETHEART.” Bulls. I will give "Raindrop” your message, dear. She will understand. I’m sure. Yes. all the summer games are in full swing now, aren't they? The bulbs are wonderful indeed. One •annul, help but admire them even if onl\ for ’heir "underfill fragrance. —Wendy.

"YELLOW JONQUIL" LIKES THE EXTRA PLAYTIME DAYLIGHT. Dear Wendy,—We now have our clocks put on half-an-Wour, so wc can do more things in the evenings. One afternoon I went to the beach and such a lot of people were in bathing already, but I thought the sea was too choppy to go in. On Sunday night I went to the band concert, at the Majestic with “Autumn Violet." I am sending you some /.tamps. With love to you and all the Ites. 1 remain, yours sincerely "YELLOW JONQUIL," C.W.K., Wanganui. Yes isn't it lovely to have the extra time in the evenings to play games after tea? T have seen quite a number in bathing, too. A little cold in the sea for bathing yet, though. Many thanks for the stamps, dear. Wendy. "THE BAY OF ROMANCE.” | Dearest Wendy. The day was warm, with a faint zephyr coming from the sea. 1 clambered into an already packed ’bus and grabbed the hand-strap above my head. The ’bus rumbled on jerkingly. My knapsack seemed heavier and heavier, and I was glad, honestly glad, when I alighted at my destination an hour later. Stepped out I, on unexplored land ; found in place of the one-time yellow, grassed slopes, gardens, hedges and wicket fences. Houses confronted me in all directions beach shacks! Through ti-tree and fern, blackberry and vines I fought my way to the slopes that loomed into the vastness of the sapphire sky. A sigh shook me as I thought how five years had wrought a change in this cool, clear solitude. To-day I saw the slopes bush-covered, with tall, majestic pines towering high into the blue, with characteristic pungas. glowingly green in the luminous sunshine, and the evergreens twining their loving tendrils about those stout trunks! I heaved down my knapsack and found a bed upon the pine needles, ate my lunch sparingly, and watched the sea: calm, with seabirds fluttering by . . . how unusually peaceful. Then a shot rang out through the stillness that was awe-inspiring. I sat up alarmed as a man came through the bushes, gun in hand. "Hello!” he said casually. "Did you see a perfectly wretched black pup come this way?” I smiled sardonically, and shook my head. The stranger put. down his canvas pack and made himself comfortable nt my feet. “Tell me what brought yon to this place," he asked soberly. I sneered. "Your mistaken," J said sharply, and waved my hand to the houses beyond us. He sighed and asked: “What brings you back?” “Just old memories, Gary, old, almost faded memories that seem to brighten and renew, now that you are here, too.” Again he sighed. “That’s it.” he pondered deeply. “Haven’t they chipchopped the place? Haven’t they ruined it utterly. . . dear, lovely Bay of Romance! Do you remember the stile, and the slip-rails? Do yon see the old fishing sheds and the line of clear, cold sand? They've spoilt it—ruined it for ever. Thank God they enn’t spoil the view by these hideous, nondescript huts.” His thin face flushed and his hand clenched white. “I’m off to-morrow," he continued, “bound for Queensland and I'm glad . . . glad . . . glad.*’ "Why?" T demanded, puzzled. “Why?” he repeated. Because the only place I ever loved is a mere mockery, soon we won't have a bay left in its natural splendour.” Now, isn't this time, Wendy ? Haven't many of our lovely little beaches been spoilt by cutting down trees and adding bits, spoiling the natural loveliness of Nature for the rake of modernising it. Um not so bitter as tny friend, Gary, for to him this particular bay spelt home! Wendy. I'm glad to hoar “Another Mystery” is not ill ; she owes me a letter and fancy in Sydney! I’m surprised and I can say envious. Love, Wendy darling to your remarkable selk.—Ever yours, "WAN DERLUST,” Auckland. Many. many thanks for your delightful story of “The Ray of Romance." I am sure everyone will enjoy it. Yes. it is quite true. , the hand of man is often that of the spoiler. , The trees might well be left, even should huts , have to be built, but no! down must come I Nature’s handiwork to make way for man’s. ( Strange, isn't it? I hope you fare well, dear. , My regards and wishes.—Wendy. “MYSTERY DAREDEVIL” CRAVES FORGIVENESS FOR LONG • ABSENCE. j My Dear Wendy, - I nen these few words ■ with a tjuaking heart and wobbly knees and 1 I deserve to be cast adrift with a card pinned i to my back bearing the words in bold black. "A Forsaken and Disgraced Ite,” yet I. being i something of an optimist crave your forgivenesri and beg on bended knee, pardon for my disgraceful absence. I have noticed oft in letters from our Ites that you, in your kindness, forgive all prodigal wandering black sheep, so no doubt there is considerable hope for me. 1 hope you are quite well. Wendy, for I am fine as regards my health. Week after week have I scanned our columns yet I have not found that which I seek. The answer to my request for “Jennifer J.” Oh, “Jennifer J,” why have you kept me waiting these many moons when just one word will send me ••earching for pen and paper, or perhaps your answer is “No”? I hope this worthy Ite is not ill Wendy, my own? Do you think she would mind if you gave me her address so that I could write direct to her in case she has not seen the pages lately? “Bebe Daniels” has evidently not discovered me. One more '•hie “Bebe,” are your initials “N. 8. and have you a sister “K. 8. Is this correct or am 1 on the wrong track? I read “Long John Silver’s” letter and my, I did chuckle, he no doubt has lost his heart to “Fairy’s Friend" ; it looks that way, doesn’t it? Yesterday my young brother, who is a Wolf Cub. went for a hike out to Gordon Park and judging by his appearance he evidently had a good time. Do you know Wendy, T don't think boys are thoroughly happy unless they are in an untidy • state. Oh, dear is it not lovely to have music while you write? Across the road the folk have a gramophone and they are playing "Goodnight Sweetheart.” It is quite distracting? Though there is a lilt about, it for (lancing. They have turned the record now and the melody is positively heart-breaking and decidedly queer. lan’t it lovely to have an Ite in Africa and England? 1 wonder would you please ask “Just Myrtle” if she knows of anyone about my age (in her country, of course) who would correspond with mo? I am just lunging for an overseas pen-friend. All the morning and most, of this afternoon I have been almost melting with heat. I declare it’s the hottest day by far this year. I have been sitting by an open window and there is a delightful cool breeze blowing so I am back to normal as regards temperature. I went and saw George Arliss in “The Man Who Flayed God.” Did you see it? I thought it was great. George Arliss is a great actor .isn’t lie? Oh, Wendy dearest. I had a great idea for a competition the other day. As most of the Itos seem interested in film stars would it not be nice if we could write on our favourite actor and actress or perhaps we could make a sort of corner whore we could exchange views on films and the aeters and actresses and even change photos. It would be awfully interesting, Wendy. You could even have a special Ite you know, a cripple or infirm person who. being fond of the movie stage, might conduct the “corner’ or perhaps have turns like the best film letter or article. Ites do somebody back me up. Maybe the Hut’s Carpenter could spare his services and erect the corner. What do you think, dear Wendy? I really must close now or else I may earn your disgust instead of your forgiveness. I remain, your ever-loving Ite, -"MYSTERY DA RE DEVIL,' ’ Wanganui. Yes. dear, no matter how long Ites of our clan stay away from our Hut. I am always so happy to receive them again. You are freely forgiven. I'll remind our "J.J.” again, dear. I had better do this, because she may not like me to divulge her identity. Ono does find it difficult to write when music assails one's attention. I’l] ask “Just Myrtle" for you. I saw the picture. Arliss is indeed wonderful. I would suggest to those who would like to discuss the favourite film stars, that they do so in their letters. I'm afraid a special corner cannot be devoted to it.— Wendy. "EVEN FAIRIES ARE A LITTLE MISCHIEVOUS SOMETIMES.” SAYS "THE TOREADOR.” Dear Leader,-- I think it is about time I put in an appearance and came to the defence of • iny good name. First and foremost I would i like to tell "Long John Silver’ that he is all “up a tree.” It takes two to make a quarrel i and as I haven't quarrelled with anyone for i ages I am sure you realise your mistake, “Long John.” Ry the way, who was it that ■ made such a misleading remark? Was it a certain one who aspires to the name of f “Fairy's Friend"? If so, your mistake is quite understandable as we all know that even friendly fairies are a little mischievous sonie- > times. As to “kidnapping” me, I am aure ■ you wouldn't, do anything so absurd. Do you know. Wendy I think that "Fairy's Friend" and "Long John Silver” are trying to throw ' dust in our eyes, «o fo speak. If my suspicions are correct. I know "F.’sF.” well, and so you • are not the only one to have the honour, "L.J.S." Aren’t these "lovers" and "sweethearts" humorous, Wendy? Poor "Thistledown,” 1 do feel sorry for her. Even one "sweetheart" would be a handful and as for three, how she manages them. 1 don't know. I wonder what has happened to "Tnsolens Prnedo” ? I think he only wrote about once, but perhaps he is too busy these days to write. ' I expect, the tennis season will soon be opening and so I expect I will have to get some practice in. although I prefer swimming and I hope to do a lot of it this season. Well, Wendy, 1 know space is rather limited, so I will tiny cheerio for now. With love to yourself and al) the Ites. From “THE TOREADOR.’’ Wendyihi. Oh, bravo, dear! 1 am bo pleased you have written this week, and I knew you and “Occident” could not have quarrelled ; I was very ! sure of that. Yes, our “lovers and "sweethearts” do cause some amusement indeed. I • wonder, too, what can have become of our • He. Tennis is a splendid game indeed, but .-eu iirc . much practice. -Wend*.

“AND EVEN WE OLDER ONES CANNOT HELP BUT DO OUR BEST,” OBSERVES MERRY “STAR O’ THE DESERT.” Dear Wendy, No! It's not a new member, my dear, even though the writing is so strange (in more ways, than one!). It’s ages since I last wrote, isn't It? But with so many cheery letters in every week my poor attempts aren't missed really. I have been very much amused at the number of mysterious personages we have amongst us. And don't /some of them get. their pals puzzled! “Scribo” seems to have been well and properly found out. It seems that even I know his identity, or think I do. Never mind. “Scribo,” I thoroughly en joy your letters, and I'm sure everyone else does, too. “Bebe Daniels,” your pen-name gives you away completely to anyone who knows you. doesn’t, it? I'll be writing to you soon. "Wanderlust,” I loved your "Hermit” and adored your “Sponge.” Do write some more like them soon, won’t you? Wendy dear, I think your Hut is a wonderful idea really, for all those who are tinies now read the letters written tn our pages and model theirs on the best of them, so surely they are going to be excellent letter-writers in years to come. And even we older ones cannot help but. do our best and write cheery letters 'mid the gay camaderie of our band. Who doesn’t like getting cheerful happy-go-lucky letters? I do. most emphatically I I’m afraid my friends don’t get them from me, though, Wendy, don't you think "Marama” is a charming little writer? I used to love her letters in the G.O.K. (I was “Avril” then. "Marama”) and so I am ever so pleased that she has joined the W.H. "White Forget-me-not” always surprises ua after a long silence, doesn't she? It was good to see her letter again. I wonder what has happened to “Blue Danube”? I haven’t heard from her for ages. This letter is rather short, but I’m afraid I haven’t time for any more, so it will have to suffice. I'll return again some time. Cheerio. Your*,—"STAß O’ THE DESERT,” Wendypark. Oh, but of all the most wonderful surprises I How lovely of you to pay ua such a welcome call this week, dear. I began to think that some old monster had run off with you after all. Yes, dear, that is one of the primary objects of our Hut. If the Tinies become good little writers we are well repaid, are we not? Yes, “Marama” possesses a rare gift indeed. I expect great things of her later. Now. if only dear old “Blue Danube” would write I would be happy indeed.—Wendy. “GOLDEN EVERLASTING” CALLS IN TO, SAY CHEERIO. Dear Wendy,—Once again I enter into the Land of Make-believe. Well. "Utiku's Chief Outlaw,” I think I have you in my grasp, but I will not hold you too tightly just yet. I think it is about time “Utiku’s Chief Detective” woke up. He haa not written for a long time, and all of the Ites will be getting beyond his reach. Has "Waggle Whiskers” gone to sleep, like the flowers do, Wendy ? I see in to-day'a paper that “Raindrop” wishes to correspond with her “sweetheart.” I think she is getting very inquisitive ae to his identity. “Queen Fairy Fire” does not write very often. She will have to wake up, too, or the “Utiku Detective" will be after her. Well, this is all now. lam your loving Ite, "GOLDEN EVERLASTING,” Wendyhaven. Oh. so you have our "U.C.IY” in your grasp now. What fun! Oh. no, our “Waggle Whiskers” is by no means asleep. If he were to go to sleep, we could soon awaken him by a good tug on his “whiskers,” couldn’t we? Wendy. “WOOD VIOLET” WONDERS WHERE SOME OF THE OLD WENDYNOOK ITES CAN HAVE DISAPPEARED TO. Dear Wendy,—Just a few lines to thank you very much for your birthday greetings to me. 1 had a very enjoyable birthday. I received such a pretty picture (made out of coloured tinsel paper) from “Brown Eyes,” who made it herself. It has a lovely little lady on it and is worked in such dainty colours. Don't you think it was kind of her, Wendy? I received my first letter from “Moonlight on the Colorado” and she wrote a very interesting letter. So “Another Mystery" is over in Australia! I wondered why I had not heard from her for some time. I heard recently that our jolly itc. "Madcap,” was married. We have been having very fine weather up this way. I haven't heard from “Valentine La Nina for ages. “Miss Adelaide' has not written for some time, has she? Now. “Wood Violet’s Dear,” did you not attend the dance and sendoff at the Ngutuwera Hall? If you did not I must have been /seeing double. T m afraid quite a few of the Waverley Wendyites have not written for some time. Where has Loyalty,” “Golden Splendour,” "Rosebud Queen, "Passion Fruit Rud” and a lot more gone? My garden is looking quite nice at present. J have scon quite a few aeroplanes lately. J heard from ■•Aunty" last week. Did you see George Walker wrestle Dean Detton, Wendy? I am pleased to hear "Wanderlust will correspond with me and hope to hear from her soon. The white-baiting season is now' in full swing. Do you like white-bait, Wendy? More Wendyites seem to join every week, don't they? Well, Wendy. 1 must really close else I’ll fill your page up and there 4000 of us. Best wkhco. From WOOD VIOLET," H.D.. C.W.K.. Wendynook. How pleased 1 am, dear, to know that you spent such a happy time on your birthday, and received such lovely gifts. How thoughtful of “Brown Eyes” to make you a gift with her own hands. I wonder what little bird could have told you that about our Madcap . Perhaps some of those you mention '''ill one dav pav us a call. No. dear, I did not attend the wrestling match. White-bait is a delicacy indeed. Isn’t it wonderful the way our Hut keeps on growing?—Wendy. •'HI CK FINN” SENDS I S A BRIGHT CHEERIO, TOO. Dear Wendy,- I am here again and haven t

forgotten to write. How are you keeping - I hope vou aren't being troubled by a cold. Over the road from our house 1 have great fun with my brother on the raft, and once when I wasn't looking my dress was dragging in the water. The other day I caught a magpie, and it was just learning to fly. so it wasn’t hard to catch. There are twenty-six children from Makirikiri who are Ites. three of whom I don’t know, but if I try very hard I might find out. Well, I'll say cheerio for now, with love to you and all the Ites. —brom “HUCK FINN,” Makirikin. So pleased, dear, to have you with ua this week. I wondered how you fared of late. Do be careful when playing on the raft, won’t you? Are you going to make a pet of the magpie you caught? I hope you discover the identities of your fellow Ites.— Wendy.

“ROSE OF PARIKINO,” HAS SOME LVC< AT WHITEBAITING. Dear Wendy. Here is your loving Ite oi.uw again. Well, Wendy, I hope you are in the , best of health. Next Saturday we are having ’ a big dance here. We will be all happy at I the dance, too. On Friday afternoon we hed ' Sunday School. Sister Else wrote a note to t, our teacher to tell her that she would be at I the car shed at four o'clock. On Saturday » my grandmother and I and some of my gill i friends went whitebaiting, and we caught fr e » tins of smelts and whitebait. Cheerio. Wendy. L Arohanui. -From ' ROSE OF PARIKINO.” : Parikino. Thank you, dear. I am quite well, and I ! hope you are. too. Yes I expect everj-ore s will spend a happy time at the dance, jolly > affairs, aren’t they? You met with some go< <j i luck while whitebaiting, didn't you? Wendy. “I THINK NOTHING CAN EQUAL ’ NATURE'S COLOURINGS.” SAYS i “LILY OF THE VALLEYKIN A.” I I, Dea: Wendy. Hello, dear Wendy! Deaf ? Ime I W iiat a lot of Ites from the Old Brigade » | are coming back to the Hut once more. Hu v 1 | nice it must be for you to open n letter from 1 an ite of the Old Brigade and say to yourself t “Oh I I wonder who this is ? I know the* .’ hand writing, but I cannot remember seeing it ’ for some time.” Wendy, would you please ask "Thiatiedown” once again If she will correspond with me? She does not seem to have ( read the Notice Board that week. Wendy, of all the w nring flowers that are out in our gari den (some of which are anemones, ranunculus. and primroses) it is hard to choose which , flower I like the best. Out of thoae three • which do you like the best, Wendy? If I : were to try to choose the flower I liked best • in all our garden, well, dear me, I would never find the best one for there are so many. > Does not Nature array her flowers in gorgeous colours ? I think nothing can equal Nature’s ■ colourings, do you? "Lieutenant Dan’s Sweetheart" is coming to stay with me next week, 1 and 1 am looking forward to her visit. • Wendy, do you have a picnic every year and where do you hold it? I am very sorry to hear that aoine of our Ites have lost their ■ dear ones and I express my de?p<--‘’ sympathv. ‘ Well, Wendy dear, I think this : b all the news for row. so cheerio until neKt time. W"l> ■ love to vou and al] the ite’*. efpe'u'ally the ■ sick—l’roni “LILY OF THE VALLEYKINA,’’ ‘ Wendzlullow. Isn't it, wonderful when Jtvs of our Old Rri."ade return ami pay us a call after long absences ? I’ll ask "Thistledown.” Although the rrimrose is not as gorgeous as the two ' fovner you mention, it is an old-fashioned flower and my favourite. "Aunty." of Ohingni’i. has held two picnics at Ohingaiti, but. so far none has ever been held by our Hut. ■ No, dear. 1 have no idea yet when the badge* ■ will arrive.—Wendy. ’ “BOCA DULZURA” IS EVER SO EXCITED ABOUT FANCY DRESS BALI.. 1 Dear Wendy, Here lam again trying t.» ’ keep to my promise. How are you, Wendy? ! I hope you are quite well. Wc are having . nice warm days. We are going 1o have a fancy dress ball in aid of our school, and J am quite excited. Hullo, "Occident!" I had > almost forgotten you until 1 saw your lettet M in the Wendy page. I know quite a number ( of your Ites in Raetihi and Utiku, Wendy. Well, I must close as mummy said it’s time all little girlß were in bed. Heaps of lo\e to yourself and all the Ites. - From "13O( k DULZURA," Utiku. I am quite well, thank you. dear, and I hope you are, *oo. I think fancy dress balls are so jolly. I hope you spend a happy time, you must tell me all about it. Goodness, but 1 f,Ul,e ft n umber of our Raetihi and Ltiku Iter; will be wondering who you can I Wendy. “GAY GORDON” RETURNS TO THE RANKS OF MAKE- BELIEVE. Deai Wenuy,—Here comes this truant Ite • Wk to your portals. Wendy, and I’ve only been there once before. Well. plea*e excuse me. Wendy, because I can only write onee v • month on account of shortage of pocket money. I missed my fun after all. Wendy, I'm found out! Congrats. "Marama!" I should have suggested another nen-name, I might have known. I suppose you nave wonaereo whatever has happened to me. "Marama.” the same reason as your own. besides a lack of • jKJcket money. Now, don't you go telling anyone elae my identity. “Marama.” or else- ! I am in Form Va. Wendy, and sitting for Maine next year. I'm a bit weak in one subject. so I am going to try and have it more thoroughly learnt. Are there any Ites belongintf to, reatherston? If so, beware! "Gay Gordon’ will be on the warpath. Could you give me a name for r calf, Wendy? It is a little light brown one. We have nine calves now and we had nearly twenty last year. We sold nine and now have ten, and they are so cheeky. We daren't leave a can of milk about if they are not in the paddock. I have one as a pet. “Fawny,” and she is a darling. Wc have 30 cows and have only one more to come in. 1 hope some Mastertonian Ite writes to me. Spring, indeed, is here. All the widows are clothed in a shimmering green. Everyday as I ride home I see more and more Signs of spring. I wended my way along the riven bank throwing a stone now and then into the muddy water, and gazing languidly into the blue. Ah! what a sight met my gaze as I ; rounded a small hill; long trailing, weeping ; fronds bow before n>e. Ah! thou lovely weeping willow, why hast thou been left from the realms of gold, but never have I aeen thou there, standing with thy head bowed and your long, slender green strands drooping to the earth. I have sung your praises as best I I could but is there not an Ite who can praise you better. Sunday: Oh, I am lazy! Nob finished yet! You'll be saying, Good Heavens, whenever is he going to finish? Yee«erday, all day, I was testing. The tester is r Gerber and it does spin. One of our cows gave a 6.2 test. Isn’t that good, Wendy, znd besides she , gives 161bs. of milk. Could you give me a name for her? I have a pen-friend in New Caledonia, who wishe* to correspond with other New Zealanders. If any Ite of about 14, 15, or 16 wishes to correspond with him please state whether you wish to correspond in French and English or English. His ad(l ■ is: Monsieur Jacques Richard. College I. Perouae, Noumea, Nouvelle Caledonia. 1 hope some Ito will correspond. Well, cheerio, until next time. I nm your true-blue Ite, "GAY GORDON,” Kahutara. How pleased I am to nave you with ub this day of Make-believe and I am sorry thal I cannot help you in the matter you suggest. If such publicity were given, then it would only be fair to publish details for every magazine, wouldn’t it? So you have been found out? Goodness, but your identity was not very secure, was it? I hope you will be able to pass in your weak subject. A name for your calf? Let me think, let’s call It "Mojave," seeing that it is a light brown in colour. How will that do? Spring has wrought a wonderful transformation, has it not? Oh, and now » name for cow? I'll have to think hard thi> time. However. I suggest "Sophie.” I’ll draw our Ite’s attention to your request for penpals. Wendy. “I THINK THERE MUST BE AN INVISIBLE HAND THAT GUIDES US BACK TO THE HUT.” SAYS “MIDGY.” Dear Wendy,—As it is raining I thought I would write you a few lines, as it is a long lime since I last wrote. We have had glorious weather, Wendy, but we are thankful for the rain which is very welcome. I see quite a number of the old Ites have returnee! to the write again. We are milking aix cows and an invisible hand that guides us back to the ' Hut. and a voice, ever so gentle, seems to ' whisper "You are neglectful, you have not written to your Wendy,” and then we start, snd so on, till wc are finished. Our guide leaves uh in peace then until it is time to write aagin. We are milking six cows and we have four calves to feed. We have to lock the calves in the pig *ty (minus pigs) at night. Well, when I go to catch them they run all over the paddock, and they keep it up for a long time. Perhaps they think 1 want to practice running fur a championship or something, because they give me enough exercise. Wendy, the other day I made some scones and I rolled them out pretty flat. When tny brother came in for dinner he asked if I had sat. on them. He held them up in his hand and said, "Oh. they are not so had, Midg,' but what happened to them?" Wendy, do you know that another Ite and I are going to be old maids, or at least she says she ii*. but I am not so sure about her. I am about myself though. We are supposed to save up our pennies for our home. 1 do not knowwhere we are going to live, but we will have to have a tribe of cats, a dog, a few hens and ducks, and a garden. I think that is all. If she does not keep to the bargain I will bo lune myself, or better still, 1 will get you to I live with me, Wendy, if you would. Wouldn't it be great ? Yes, pal of mine, 1 think 1 can see you more like a granny sitting in a chair with a lace cap on your silver hair, a pair of specs on your nose and a book or knitting on your lap. Wendy, 1 will be getting kicked if I don’t look out. I imagine myself a fullgrown farmer now. I put a shirt, trouwr*. gumboots and a hat on when I do any rough work such as sledging manure, j/osts. carrying wire down the fence line or milking. I was told I would make a good boy in my outfit, only for my face. One of these days 1 am going to get my photo taken dressed in my working togs, as J term them. I expect I will look funny, but why worry, fnr most of the women wear overalls and gumboots when they milk. Well. Wendy. I must close. Love and best wishes to you and Ites. -From, “MIDGY,” Ohinewai. Oh. “Midgy,” how lovely to have you in our midst this week. I wondered what could have become of you. J wonder, dear, if you are right? Perhaps an invisible hand does guide Ites of our Old Brigade back to our clan. What a time you must have with those calves. Yes, you will be our champion sprinter. I've no doubt. I see you still preserve that high humour of yours; fancy you being an old maid. ! would love photo of you in your working