Wendy’s Letter-Box

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 105, 6 May 1933, Page 16 (Supplement)

Wendy’s Letter-Box

‘TRUE BLUE IN ALL THINGS’'

Enter . . . 3575

“Fairy Primrose’s Sweetheart” 2 years 3576 “Bright Eyesite” 10 ” 3577 “Brown Wallflower’s Admirer” 14 ” 3578 “Bex's Pal” 17 ”

(Letters to be addressed “WENDY,”

c/o “Chronicle” Office, Box 105, Wanganui.)

Dear Wendy,-—I would very much like to be a Wendyite. I do hope you will find room for me. I have been wanting to join up for a few weeks, but couldn’t think or a pen-name before. I hope you will let me hide somewhere close to “Old Gran,” as 1 am rather shy. Really, I am quite nervous, as I am such a popular young fellow. Now, I know what you will all say, “Self praise is no recommendation.” Still, when 1 am openly admired by the girls it’s enough to turn anyone’s head. Let me see, there’s “Princess Waterlily;” she says I’ve lovely eyes, and “Lily of Laguna” thinks I’m just wonderful. I know “Midnight Star,” “Scribbling Sue,” “Green Goblin,” “Ave Maria,” “Betty Bly,” “Simple Susan’” “Princess Betty,” “Laughing Lilac” will wonder whoever I am, for I know them all. Oh, yes. I nearly forgot Brown Wallflower” I have smiled at. I wonder. Wendy, If I could have Brown Wallflower’s Admirer” for a pen-name? I know she won’t mind Tvhen she discovers my identity “Madame X,” do come and see u.« when you come to town next time. I’m sorry we missed you last time. You will know who “we” means, T think The weather hasn’t neon a bit nice lately and I haven’t been out much, as it s been too cold. Well, T wonder how long I’ll he a mystery? “Wood Violet” and “Rambling Rose,” I saw you when you camp to town. Cheerio for now. Best wishes to al] the Ites and especially for “Old Gran” and yourself.—From “BROWN WALLFLOWER’S ADMIRER,” Taihape.

Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. How wonderful to have such a jolly Ito as you in our ranks. Goodness, but I see you already know quite a number of our elan. Yes, you may have the pen-name you have asked for. I hope the weather will soon improve, for it is miserable to always be indoors, isn’t it ? Will you please send the date <»f youth birth; —Wendy.

Dear Wendy,—l have just been reading the Hut’s pages anil I just can’t resist the temptation to join your merry clan any longer. I have spent many happy days with more than one of our up-river Ites, but it would give the show away if I mentioned any of their names. 1 want to remain a mystery as long as 1 can. Please may I have “Rex’s Pal” for my pen-name? I have been doing my best to find out who these mysterious up-river Ites are. I suppose they will be trying to find me out, tob. Well, Wendy, as this is only my first letter I wish you and all good-night.—From “REX’S PAL,” Wanganui River. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. I am ever so pleased to have you join our ranks. I wonder how long you will remain a mystery? Yes, you may have the pen-name you have asked for. Write again soon, won’t you?—Wendy.

Dear Wendy,—May I join your clan and can I have “Fairy Primrose’s Sweetheart” for my pen-name? T wonder if “Fairy Primrose” will be getting “P.D. ” on to my tracks to see who lam I think she would find it a bit of a task. I can’t write any more as mummy said I have to go to bed because it is late. T will say bye-bye just. now.—From “FAIRY PRIMROSE’S SWEETHEART,” Wendyville Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear I am ever so pleased to have such ft little chap like you In our clan of happy boys and girls. You may have the pen-name you have asked for and will you please send me your name.— Wendy.

Dear Wendy,—Will you please enrol me as a Wendyite? The Hut pages are very interesting, so I thought that I would like to join. May I have “Bright Eyes” for my pen-name please? ,1 am ten years old and my birthday is on April 14. Hoping I may be allowed to join.—“BRIGHT EYESITE, ” Marton Junction.

Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. I am ever so pleased to have you with us in our clan. The pen-name you have asked for is in use, so I have given you “Bright Evesite.” which 1 hope you will like. —Wendy.

“HOW ON EARTH DID YOU FIND IT OUT?” ASKS “FLASHING THUNDER OF CO-ITE, “MICK.”

Dear Wendy,—What’s happened? Something! Goodness, I’m discovered! and by “Mick” of, all people! You minx, “Mick,” here’s me been dying to meet you for, oh, ever so long, then you calmly tell me you’ve been talk-. ing to me—me—and you never let on. How on this earth did you find me out? I have been fondly imagining I was a mystery. One does get some shocks! I’ve been trying to think of all the people I was talking to but what a hopeless task! One talks to so many at the sports. I’m giving up being a detective after such a nasty knock. Welcome, “Pleasant Jim” to our Hut (hope you are as nice as your name). Now, don’t you get ‘any bratn waves for goodness sake, it’s not safe (for me). I’m really shaking in my-er stocking feet. This river is getting too exciting for me. I’ve been chasing wild pigs, Wendy, and mark my words, I did scoot, one has to if they intend to get a look in. I spent a most exciting time, but it is too hard on one’s wind and mine failed. I’m thinking of taking daily jerks to improve it for my next visit to the pig family. Well, it’s bed-time. With love to yourself and river Ites, I’ll close.—Yours ever, “FLASHING THUNDER.” Wanganui River.

What a surprise “Mick” did spring upon you indeed. Just fancy speaking with our worthy Ite and you not knowing it. You must have spent an exciting time pig-hunting. “Madcap” enjoys them.—Wendy

“I SUPPOSE JACK FROST WILL BE VISITING US SOON,” SAYS “QUEEN OF FLOWERS.” Dear Wendy,—Here I am again springing from my hiding place. I hope I am not forgotten as it is such a long time since I wrote. I suppose you thought 1 was lost? Well, Wendy, we arc having awful w’eather with nothing else but rain! rain! rain! I thought it was never going to stop last week. I suppose Jack Frost will soon bo visiting us all now. I think “P.D.” would have a bit of a job if he had to find out all the mystery names, don’t you Wendy? I will close as it is getting late. Excuse pencil as I have run out of ink. Cheerio.— “QUEEN OF FLOWERS,” Wendvville. I am ever so pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. Yes, it is an age since you last wrote and it is quite like old times to have you with us. The weather has been wintry indeed, but the cold days will soon pass. Tim* flys, y° u know.—Wendy.

“I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THE HOLIDAYS,” SAYS “SWISS MAIDITE.”

Dear Wendy,—l see you have “Buttercup Joe’s” name on the birthday list. He never writes now because he lives up in the country, about 200 miles away from here. The “Chronicle” is not available up there. If he received that paper I am sure he would write to you. He has two dogs. One is only a puppy. I have three pet lambs at home. My word, Wendy, you have a lot of Ites in your happy band. 1. am looking forward to the holidays very much. These holidays I am going to my home in Mokauiti. It is a long, weary journey there and I do not like it at all. 1 have three cousins, two boys and a baby girl. Do you like living in the country, Wendy? I do. With love to you and all the Ites. Love.—From ‘ * SWISS MAIDITE, ’' Wanganui Oh, so that is why I have never heard from our “Buttercup Joe.” Fancy living so far away from us. Perhaps you could remember us to him if you write to him. Yes, our clan keeps on growing each week, doesn’t it? I think country life wonderful, over so much nicer than city Hie. dear.— Wendy.

BUT WHAT ELSE COULD WE EX PECT AT THIS TIME OF THE YEAR,” EXCLAIMS “KATE KELLY.”

My Dear Leader Wendy, —Just a fdw lines hoping this brief letter or mine will reach and find you and coItes all O.K. as it leaves me at present. Well, Wendy, we had bad weather for Easter, as it has been raining cats and dogs with westerly winds these last few days, but what else could we expect this time of the year? On the 21st of this mouth, there was a sendoff for “Sports Girl,” “I’m Alone” and “Speed Kid;” they left Wendytown, and are living in Feilding. “Sports Girl” received a lovely toilet set and a suit-case presented by the residents of Ohingaiti. The function was held in the Town Hall, and (lancing commenced at 8 p.m. and kept in full swing until the early hours of the morning. There was a fair attendance in spite of the rough night. There were also a few Ites present, namely, “Pixie,” “Mountain Palmite,” “Otara Maiden,” “Wee Jean from Aberdeen,” and “Oh me! Oh my!” and many others too numerous to mention. I was very disappointed at not seeing “Fatty” and. “Telltaletit” I am glad, Wendy, that next week wc are having examinations, and you can guess, dear, that I am looking forward to the winter holidays. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a fortnight’s rest after the examination? Now, “Chrysanthemum,” you want to look before you leap, or else you must have bad eyesight and want a loan of “Old Gran’s” spectacles, or you have been neglecting the Hut pages, as I see in our last issue that you mentioned about myself and a few other Ites having the disease of laziness. By the way, you were lucky in writing first or else I would have asked Wendy to give you a good shaking up, too. I see by your letter that it’s months since you wrote to Wendy. As far as I’m concerned I wrote not two weeks ago, so you see I have not been neglecting the Hut. Dear Wendy, many, many thanks for birthday greetings. I’m bit late in thanking you, but it’s better late than never. I will now say cheerio Wendy.—From “KATE KELLY,” Wcndytown.

What a pity the weather was so unsettled for Easter. However, one cannot complain because the Weather Clerk has been very kind to us, hasn’t he? How lovely of Wcndytown to send off “Our Sports Girl” in such appreciative manner. I am sure she will never forget you all and the wonderful time spent in your midst. I hope you were very happy on your birthday and received lots of lovely gifts.—Wendy.

“WE ARE GETTING QUITE A BAND OF ITES ON THE RIVER,” SAYS “REX OF THE HILL CONTRY.”

Dear ’Wendy,—lt is quite a while since I wrote to you, so thought I would got my pen and pad to work before 1 again postponed doing so. My word, Wendy, we are getting quite a band of Ites on the river aren’t we? I see there is a new member this week under the ‘hom-de-plume of “Pleasant Jim.” I wonder who he is. Wendy? Maybe I may find out some day. Recently we have had an unexpected visit from no other than Mr. Flu-germ. Isn’t he a pest, Wendy, going his rounds as he does? One seems to have to bo fairly elusive to avoid him this winter. I hope his departure will be as rapid as his arrival. Well winter Is actually here, Wendy; time does pass rapidly doesn’t it? It is the season of the year which most people like least and are pleased to see the arrival or spring— I know I, for one, do at any rate. Arc you interested in bridge Wendy? We play nearly every night and think it a great game. After working on a farm all day one finds a game of cards in the evening a good pastime, especially if one lives in the back country and hasn’t much literature to read. Well, “Flashing Thunder,” I have an idea you live between Parakino and Atene on the opposite side of the river—a good guess? Well, I had better not take up too much of your valuable space, so I will say aur revoir. With kindest regards to all Ites, not forgetting vour good self.—From “REX OF THE HILL COUNTRY,” Wanganui River. So pleased, dear, to have your welcome letter this week. Began to wonder if you had forgotten all about us. Yes, our clan up-river is growing speedly. Mr ’Flu-germ is an old rascal indeed. Spring will soon come along. It is really surprising how the time does fly, isn’t it? I have not played bridge very much. I prefer euchre for a card game. Write again soon, won’t you?—Wendy.

“ GAILL ARDIA, ” A WINNER OF PRIZES IS SHE.

Dear Wendy, —l am ashamed for taking so long to w?ite another letter to you. Wo are badly in need of rain down here, having had very little this year. I see that the white butterfly is becoming very troublesome in Wanganui. J won third prize for collecting butterflies at the Masterton Flower Show. I had 1200 gued into a brown paper book. The winner had 2200. Some of my school chums gave me some, and mummy caught a lot wltn a net. We used to destroy hundreds of eggs and caterpillars on our cabbages, but still we had no cabbages this year. They now have destroyed all our turnips as well, in spite of our catching them every day. 1 also won third prize in a writing competition and won a beautiful book called “The Dream Girl’s Garden,” I am now knitting a pullover for my younger sister, and am putting it in a competition. I daresay you knit, Wendy.—Good-bye Wendy. Love.—From “GAILLARDIA,” Master ton.

So pleased to have you with us this week, dear. 1 wondered how you fared of late. We have had lots of rain here. Yes, the white butterfly is a real menace indeed. Wonderful dear! I am nroud to know you won even the third prize in the competition. Oh, dear, and a prize for writing, too? Goodness me, but how you have worked. Knitting is a lovely pastime, isn’t it?—Wendy.

PATTI CORELLI” PAYS TRIBUTE TO MEMORY OF BELOVED ITE.

Dear Wendy,—Just a slice of the. birthday cake which “Seven Oaks” made and so kindly iced for the occasion of my 34th birthday, and I hope it will suit your taste. 1 do not know if you have a sweet tooth or not, Wendy, but whether you have the former or the latter, still I trust that yuu will enjoy eating the slice of the. cake. This is only a short, letter for this time, but, in reading of “Madcap’s” recent tribute to the passing over of “Little Pickaninny, ’’ I thought those few words of the 18th century poet, William Allingham, would be of some comfort to the relatives of our departed fellow Ite. L might also mention that these same words were also inscribed in a

card in a copy of Thomas And Kcmpis’ “Imitation of Christ,” belonging to that great exponent of Shakosperean art, the late Miss Ellen Terry, who was born in 1848 and died in 1*928. Hero arc the words:—

“No funeral gloom my dears, when I am gone; Corpe gazing, tears, black, raiment, grave-yard grimness. Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness, Yours still—you mine, Remember all th c best of our past

moments, Forget the rest, and so to where 1 wait Come gently on.”

Many thanks for your good wishes f«or my birthday. 1 had a pleasant birthday and some nice useful presents given to me. I also thank you for the hope you expressed for R speedy recovery from my illness. The hope has been entirely fulfilled. Sincere wishes.—“PATTl CORELLI,” Wanganui. Now, just how can I thank you for that lovely piece of cake, dear “Patti Corelli?” I feel as if it were my own birthday, too, to be remembered. Many thanks, and judging by the excellence of the cake, made by our ‘ ‘ Seven Oaks” for you, you have spent a very happy time indeed upon your Natal Day. I am so pleased to learn also that you are now once more your old usual'self. That’s splendid.—Wendy.

“NEXTBESTER” SUGGESTS HUT PLACE NAME FOR FORDELL.

My Dear Wendy,—Thc shooting season has opened with a bang, and the whole household is in the throes of guncleaning, etc. So far there are not many ducks about, but all things come to him who waits. Well, “Fairy Kewpie, ” you are making another wild guess at my identity. That is about the fourth different person you have accused me of being. I would advise you not to make so free with your guesses, as the very lady whose initials you gave this time, is the one to whom I referred in my last letter. Try again, girlie. That was a beautiful poem of yours “Madcap.” “Little Pickaninny’s” folks will indeed appreciate it. Thc Fordell tennis club brought its season to a close on Saturday night with a social evening. (Dance, pingpong and cards. Wo had a good time, but we do sigh for our tennis. It seems so long to wait for the summer. There is only one thing for it—we will have to get asphalt courts. However, that takes money. Wendy, could I suggest a place-name for Fordell? How about Wendytop? It is certainly on a hill top, as all know who travel out there by train. Well, cheerio Wendy, I must leave room for the other Ites. Love fondest.-,—‘ ‘ NEXTBESTER, ’ ’ Letterland.

All I can think of at the commencement of May is the poor ducks. What an anxious time they must have, and life for them is so uncertain, isn’t it? Never mind, the time will soon pass and your beloved tennis come round once more. Yes, you may have “Wendytop” for Fordell’s Hut place name.— Wcndv.

“RINTY” RESPONDS TO APPEAL FOR COMFORTS.

Dearest Wendy,—First of all I must thank you very much for the information regarding the preservation of my butterfly. Please convey my deepest sympathy to our late Ite,' “Little Pickaninny’s” mother. I was not aware that we .had an Ite of thc name. Also, Weudy, it was not until three or four months ago that I learnt of the sad death of little Elma Lee. I was a penfriend of hers, and was on the point of answering her last letter, when 1 heard the news. Her letters were so bright and cheery, with never a hint of her great disability, and in her last one, she was looking forward to visiting the country again with her mother, as she hadn’t been well enough to visit it, owing to ill-health, for quite a while. I think that the shining example of her brief life should be a lesson to us all.’ "While we fret, and pull at our chains each day, there she was confined to her bed, with a smile for everyone, though not many were aware of the pain that she was called upon to bear. This she was, while we who are able to pursue our many and varied 1 amusements, and able to appreciate God’s sunshine out in the open, are continually depressed and downhearted. I think that if we could all be as bright and cheerful as that little sufferer was, that the world would be a much better place to live in. You know, Wendy, I think that it is we ourselves who are causing the depression. If the people did not growl about things so much, things would gradually brighten up. The other night wc listened to an appeal from Mr. Fielding-Taylor, and so ; earnest it was with its harrowing accounts and experiences of thc poor of Wellington, that I decided there and then to knit up some wool that I have, into some warm jumpers for some poor children who are sadly in need of warm clothes. Well, Wendy, Easter lias come and gone once again. ’My brother vra.* home for a week ,and we played tennis nearly every day except when rain intervened. 1 finished father a pair of knitted sox yesterday, and 1 still have plenty of knitting to do. The school ball was held recently. I watched the children’s part from up-stairs and a ver; gay scene was presented for all lookers-on. Fairies mingled with cowboys, Chinese with Dutch girls, tramps with early Victorian ladies, nurses with burgle rs, Indian squaws with tennis players, and engine cleaners •with harlequins, and many other race and people were represented. Cheerio now.—Your loving Ite, “RINTY,” Taihape.

“Little Pickaninny” joined our ranks years ago, dear. Several of our clan wrote to Elma Lee in response to a request I made in our pages some years ago also. You are correct, dear, some blame for the depression can be laid at the doors of the people themselves. Too often we frown when we should smile and thereby east, a gloom about us. I am delighted to know of your assistance rendered the appeal of Mr. Feilding-Taylor. Balls in fancy dress are always jolly, aren’t they?—

“BUT THE WEEKS FLY SO FAST,” SAYS “LADY GODIVA’S ADMIRER.”

Dear Wendy,—Well, here I am once again after five whole weeks. What a long time! But the weeks fly so fast don’t they? Well. “Lady Godiva,” I sec you have another “admirer?” You must be very pretty, or is it because yuu have such winning ways? Ha! Ila! “Mooseface,” I saw you at. the pictures with my friend on Saturday night. Next time 1 happen to glance at you, please try and stop that blush from creeping all over your face. We are having terrible weather in Raetihi lately and it is frightfully cold and miserable. Isn’t “ Cinderellaite ” kind fur saying I am her best friend? I haven’t thc least idea who she is. This isn’t a very rung letter, is it Wendy? But I can't think of anything else. Love to all the lies.—l remain, yours trulv, “LADY GODIVA’S ADMIRER,” Raetihi.

Yes, dear, the days do fly by quickly. One Letterland Day is hardly passed thar another is with us. The weather here has been rather wintry, too, dear. However, the cold days will soon pass and spring come again with the lovely, sunny days we all love so well. I wonder just how long it will take you to discover who “Cindercllaitc” is?—Wendy.

HEY! HERE’S “LONG JOHN SILVER” AND HIS ‘SMILE’ ITES.

Dear Wendy,—Enter—a 1 smile,’ followed by “Long John Silver.” Please accept our earnest apologies, Wendy, for playing truant for the last six weeks. You see, Wendy, a smile is always in great demand, and since mine is stuck on as tight as possible, and has boon ever sinco it ran away and pulled “Madcap’s” nose (I believe she called it an apology). I’ve to go wherever he wants to go, and he keeps me going day and night. Are we excused, Wendy? “Madcap,” I thought you would prove a ‘kindred spirit.’ Smiles are never in danger of being linked up, because they’re all already linked up. The whole of our elastic-walled (“Peter Pan II”) Hut is surrounded with a firm, high wall of smiles, and it is being enlarged daily by members oi the Hut. Hello! “Billy Blunderbuss.” I believe I owe you an answer to an important question. Well, why not ask “Jenny Wren” if sho has a brother called “Long John Silver?” I am afraid I’ve forgotten what my initials are for tho moment. Perhaps if you are present at the “Wendy Hut Garden Party” to be held in the gardens of Her Majesty, Queen Wendy’s Palace, next Wednesday, you might meet my smile, whom I am sending with “Mystery Me,” and ho will probably recollect the letters my initials consist of. I’ve a frightful memory, you know. 1 hope you find my reply satisfactory, my dear. Forgive me, “Happy Harry,” if I inferred that you were anything but a nice boy. I assure you that, if such was tho case, it was quite unintentional. By jovc, we had some fun, didn’t we? Has “Mystery Daredevil” got over the effects of eating too much fish and chips yet? Let me know when you and “Gay Gordon” are ready and wc *ll bo off on a spree to spend our ransom. “Baby Austin” was handed back in good condition to his adoring parents. In a whisper—lt took me quite a while to straighten out tho mudguard that “ Bebe Daniels” fell on when she slipped on that banana skin. It wag + oo bad of you all to go off and leave this poor chauffeur to fix up that mudguard. However, my old ‘smile’ helped quite a bit. Let me know when you’re contemplating another kidnap, “Toreador,” the mater is the only one whom 1 allow to call me Johnny, to others Y am known as—l’ve forgotten for the minute, my frightful memory, you know. Congratulations “Peter Pan” on your poem printed in thc Wendy page of the 25th proximo. Thank you. dear, for including this unworthy Ite. It’s a thrill to see oneself in a poem. I rather think I’ll bo hanging round when next I see you with pen and paper and. an inspired look in your dreamy intelligent eyes. Great Scot! Whatever has happened to “Mimosa?” I am sorry to hear that you are so bowed down with housekeeping worries, “Mimosa.” I wish it lay in my power to help you a little, but I am afraid that I am not often enough in town to be of any use to you. However, if at any time you urgently need help and can give mo time to saddle up and ride nine miles, then I’ll be right there. I believe I saw you at a woolshed dance not so very Jong ago. Am I right? “Scribo, ’’ you really are the limit. I suggest that your ‘shadow’ you a short lecture on lazy habits. “Blue-moon-time” is long gone past, and another is sinking on a dusky horizon. Wake-up, I say. ana obey the call of duty. Cheers! here’s “Bebe .Daniels.” How are you, old girl? I’ve just been talking to “Happy Harry” about our adventure. You’ll catch him up if you hurry, r think he is (planning another excursion. I’ll think about that aeroplane, “Bebe.” It's rather a serious proposition. Have you discussed the suggestion with “Mystery Daredevil?” I see wc have a new Australian member, Wendy. 1 hope “Allawah” will write often. Will you convey a welcome to him for me, Wendy please? I feel a very great pity for the “Phantom” and “Dr. Arrowsmith.” In these days of depression the rapid additions to their families must be causing them some considerable anxiety. Do you think that they would be offended if I helped them a little, Wendy. For instance, I could get one of the girls to make the “Phantom Twins” woollen capes and the youngest “Arrowsmith” a jumper, and so take a little of the weighty burden off their father's back, for oven ‘doctors’ and ‘phantoms’ are feeling the hard times. What do you think of my idea, Wendy? Heigho Ho! Here’s “ Dinkuni Aussie.’ ’ How’s tho world treating you? I am glad you noticed that “Happy Harry” gets up to mischief occasionally. I’m taking a trip down to the “Big Hall” in the Hut. next time 1 come on a visit, so I'll let you know what he’s up to then. Cheerio. A word in your ear, “Pimpernel.” I’ve an idea L know why “Eddie Cantor” likes the Waimarino Hotel. It’s a waste of time—but never mind just now, I ’ll tell you next time I meet you in the Hut. I enjoyed your. ‘‘We Have not Forgotten Them,” very much, Wendy. Well, I suppose you are getting tired of all my clatter, so am I. Therefore, with kind regards to yourself and all Ites from us both, exit a ‘smile’ followed bv “Long John Silver.” Cheerio all—From “LONG JOHN SILVER,” Raetihi.

Now this is a joy to have both you and your smile in our midst together. Mostly everyone began to think the Old Witch had captured you and carried your ‘smile’ off to her den. “Allawah” is very welcome indeed. I hope more from across thc Tasman will find their way into our Hut. Maybe the, “ Arrowsmiths” would be «leased to accept your offer. —Wendy.

“RAMBLING ROSE” RAMBLES INTO RANKS OF MAKE-BELIEVE,

Dear Wendy—At last your truant Ite “Rambling Rose” takes up her pen to write a letter to you and your merry band, or rather to send a poem for your pages; that is if you consider it worthy of publication. My sister, “Wood Violet,” and myself spent a very enjoyable time at the Wendy picnic, and 1 wat fortunate enough to win “Thc League of Three’s” beautiful points prize, a lovely brush and comb in a case. In appreciation of the wonderful prize donated for thc Wendy picnic, I have endeavoured to express my thanks in poetical form, but alack! alas! oh! my effort leaves much to be desired, and emphatically proves that whatever my vocation in life should be I certainly should not be a poet. Still, this is only my second attempt at composing poetry, and so surely I’ll be able to have a few more tries before my scant stock of patience evaporates. Methinks that I will have to heed that old but wise saying:—lf at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. And now if you please, Wendy, may I, with your permission, present to an audience of several thousands strong, my wonderful —sorry, I mean woeful—poem whica is in truth a mere "onglomoratlon ot words mingled in haphazard fashion to form line after line of lofty, inspiring poetry, which may be compared with advantage—l don’t think—to some of Tennyson’s poems. Still, joking aside. I do really think that my ludicrous effort at the composition of verse will serve as a wonderful mirthmaker, and in those times of depression that's certainly something. Indeed, they say n good laugh is worth sixpence, and so after thc publication of this poem I will certainly be at least a multi-mil-lionaire. So stepping for the moment into the role of “Hut’s Jester” I gleefully set forth my verses, for the amusement of our band, confidently assured of close on 100 per cent, laughs. And so here goes; everyone hold your sides please.

To the League of Three. To the dear League of Three, True-blue Ites, you three be. Who live in Raetihi. I know not any of ye, But wish to send to thee The warmest thanks from me. For the very pretty, And the very dainty Prize given by ye three, For the great picnic spree Which was held by “Aunty” Close to Ohingaiti. Your wonderful gif tie, ’Twas won by lucky me. O fancy’, just fancy, ’Twas won by lucky me. “Rambling Rose,” lucky was ye To have won that giftie. And lucky, or lucky. Must this erring Ite be To have won that giftie, Which was given hy ye. True-blue Wendyites three, Of snowy Raetihi. And to ye, true-blue three, I wish to send to ye The warmest thanks from me. Again and again ye (Deserve them—League of Three. And I know that Aunty. And our Leader—Wendy, Both send their thanks to ye, And the wish of all wo Is to hope that merry And happy, so happy’, Y’c three will ever be.

Hush, hark! Through the stilly night there comes the sound of mirth and happy- trills of silvery laughter. Now. I may’ discard my jester’s robe, for the deed is done. Now, the laughs have come. Would you please forward the enclosed blue letter to the League of Three and thc other to “Old Gran?” Since I have failed so dismally in trying to express my thanks to the League of Three in poetical form, I will not attempt to thank “Old Gran,” in a poem which she could not possibly’ appreciate. I would, however, like to take this opportunity of expressing per medium of your pages, my’ sincerest thanks to “Old Gran” and the League of Three. Well, I will close this scrappy letter of mine, hoping that you will excuse this uninteresting letter, but as you no doubt know, I am a failure, in the true sense of tho word as a letter-writer. Still. I thought I should write if only to let you know that, as the saying goes, “I am still alive and kicking.” And so cheerio, until next. I write again.—Yours sincerely, “RAMBLING ROSE,” Ngutuwera.

Splendid, dear, I too, endorse your efforts to manufacture smiles, and would go so far as to say that every smile, is at least worth two shillings, so that will make you richer even than you dreamed. I will forward your letters for you, and do please write soon. Oh, and my regards to “W.V.” if you please.—Wendy.

‘VALENTINE LA NINA,’’ ES TEEMED OLD TIMER. PAYS SURPRISE VISIT.

Dear Wendy,—Just a note to let you know that you aren’t forgotten. I s'pose you have forgotten about me long ago, as it’s ages sinco 1. wrote and I hardly deserve to be remembered after being so neglectful. 1 hope to see a few more letters from the Old Brigade. I usually’ find time to read the Hut news and like to read “Madcap’s” letters. “Lily of Laguna” camo to see me for a while recently. Well. Wendy, T don’t get so much time for letter-writing now as I'm rather a busy’ person these days. I have n little son now to attend to. He is throe months old and is a good little chap. Of course, we aren’t half proud of him. “Wood Violet” “Rambling Rose,” “Weo Jean frpm Aberdeen” and “Otara Maiden” camo to see mo when baby was a few days old. Wasn’t it nice of them? There arc lots of new Ites in Taihape, 1 see. I have an idea 1 know who “Rinty” is. Everybody seems to be busy knitting. 1 am doing a pullover for “hubby,” and hope to do some little woollies for babythen. They are so nice and dainty and are more interesting to do than thc grown-ups’ things, I think. Well, 1 must, not take up too much space, as it’s the children’s page, not the “old timers'.” Congratulations “Miss New Zealand” on your success in tho essay competition at the recent, flower show in Wanganui. 1 know who you arc and also the other Boll's Junction Ites. Cheerio for now. Best wishes.— From “VALENTINE LA NINA,” Taihape.

Goodness, gracious, dear, but what a jolly surprise for you to spring upon me. I had long ago given you up for lost. Oh! but what wonderful news! But you haven’t told me what you have named him. Yes, it was nice of our (tes to pay you a call. Knitting is a splendid pastime and also very profit able. too. Do write again soon, and please remember that our page is'still our “Old Timers’.” as well a« those who are our raukb to-das.— Wendy.

“MEXICAN JINNY” POPS IK FOB BRIEF CHAT. Dear Wendy,—lt seems ages since I wrote to you hist. J am very sorry I did not give you the date of my birth when 1 wrote first. My birthday was on April 22. Thank you very much for letting inc join thc Wendy Hut. Well, Wendy, there is not much news to tell you. so I had better close my letter now as 1 am a new Ite and give the older ones some room for writing.—l am. your true Ite, “MEXICAN JINNY,” Raetihi. How pleased I am to have your welcome letter, dear. Also many thanks for the particulars 1 asked for. I hope you spent a lovely time on your holidays. Will you tell me all about them? The. box number is 105.—Wendy. “LAUGHING LIZZIE” STILL ON TRAIL OF FELLOW-ITES

LY?ar Wendy,—Here J am in the Land of Letters once more. I have been lying low trying to discover a few more ites’ identities. Hasn’t the weather been awful lately? 1 nearly froze. “Mother of Four” and

“Mother of tSix, ’’ 1 am still on your tracks, so look out! “Jelly Warntah” has gone out into the country to work, so we don’t see each other bo much, but we ring up, so you’re not safe yet. Well, “Puke Bells,” you have me puzzled. I think thc knitting craz% is as bad as ever this year. 1, for one, have it, Wendy. I’ve just finished a scarf and am starting a polo jumper. Wendy, would you ask if some Ite. 1(5 to 18 years, would correspond with me and who would write first? Well, there is no more news, so cheerio. Best love.—From “LAUGHING LIZZIE,” HunterviUc.

Goodness, but what a rare time you must have trying to discover the identities of your fcllow-itcs. I wonder will you ever find our two grown-ups out? Knitting is a lovely pastime, and so profitable, too. I will see if I can get you a pen-friend.—Wendy.

“GARDEN GIRLITE,” PLEASED TO HAVE HOLIDAYS FROM STUDY

Dear Wendy,—Here I am writing to you again. Last Saturday I was going to see my friend, but it rainod so heavily that I could not go. I was not disappointed because 1 went on with my knitting. We arc having our holidays from school. I am pleased they have come, so that I can go f or a holiday. 1 have knitted seventeen squares lor the poor children so far. The weather is very changeable now and I have a bad cold. The shooting season has begun and I suppose there will be many going out shooting ducks. Good-bye, Wendy, with heaps of Jove From “GARDEN GIRLITE,” Wcndvcountrv.

U hat a pity, dear, you could not go and see your friend as you contemplated. Never mind, perhaps nest time the weather will be more suitable and kinder. 1 nope you en jny your holidays. Oh, dear, so you have a cold too. I hope it is soon better. Wretched things, aren’t they!—Wendy.

I SEE MOBE ITES ABE HOPPING UP FROM NOWHEBE.” SAYS ‘ ■ MESSY MAYTLOWEB. ”

Bear Wendy,—Hero 1 again. Have you had any rain in Wanganui! Wo have had quite a lot here iu Wendyville and it has been cold I can tell you. Well, Wendy, I sec more Itos are hopping up from nowhere. I have seen some of my co-Ites who had their badges on, and I am hoping to find out what their pen-names are. T think I know one of them. On Friday 2tith, I saw our “P.D.” painting the school gates. I am ending this letter hoping all my eo-Ites and vou, Wendv are quite well, as this loaves m e at present.—From “Mcrrv Mavflower ” Wendyville.

Oh, yes, dear, wo have had lots of rain here and wind, too. Still, we must expect rough days because King Winter has truly arrived now. I hope you will discover tho identities of your co-Ites whom you saw wearing badges. I wonder who they were! So the “P.D.” was painting, was he! Did he see you, do you think!—Wendy.