OUR CHILDREN’S CORNER

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

OUR CHILDREN’S CORNER

My Dear Children. — Cheers of joy! Examinations are over once again! flow splendidly 1 do hope you have done. I wonder how many tops of classes and passes 1 shall hear of Ido hope there's lots, because our Hui's reputation must be maintained each term, musn't it? Each term the number of passes increases, and I am really of the opinion that even greater successes will yet be recorded. How very happy, also, must your teachers be to see that their painstaking care and encouragement is not without reciprocation. However, cherubs, holidays are here, a fitting reward for your industriousness and application to your studies, and I am sure that even old Father Time would not begrudge you your temporary relaxation. I trust that the Weather Clerk, becoming acquainted with the fact that your holidays are here, will seize upon the occasion to make some little amends for the somewhat inclement weather experienced recently. One of our members has suggested that the Clerk must be in league with Mr. 'Flu Cerm, but when I explained that all the wretched weather was really the old Witch’s fault, our aggrieved reader withdrew the accusation. It was a good job the Clerk heard nothing of it or he would have been dreadfully hurt. You see he is really a Very sensitive old chappie, and is so easily upset, and he was splendid during the summer, I know you will agree. Before I proceed to others matters I would like to express a little thought that has given me some anxiety of late weeks. I have not told you before of my fears, but I really believe our “Old Cran" must be ill. For some weeks now her wonderful letters have not found their Way into the Hut s pillar-box, and 1 cannot think whatever can the matter be. Perhaps that wretched Mr. ’Flu Germ is at the bottom of "Old Cran’s” absence from among us. I wonder if perhaps next Letterland Day we may have even quite a small note from our “Joyshine’’—who is “Old Gran's" secretary since the accident depriving our counsellor of her pen-hand—to assure us that the Hui’s beloved Old-timer is well. I do hope so, for we cannot now do without her happy smile and kindly words of cheer. Al the present moment I have nothing further to report upon the re-union of the Old Brigade, other than the recent letter which appeared under the hand of our “White Forget-me-not.” You will have seen, of course, that the list of names of members attending has been increased by two, “Hut's Humbug” and “Hut’s Dreamer," the latter, of course, may fall asleep again, and not awake in time for the all-important function. Let’s hope not, however, and that our “Hut’s Humbug" will provide his co-Ites with sufficient diversion to keep the former alive to the forthcoming event de luxe. Last week I tvas visited by a little birdie that whispered some news to me about our "Dear Don," who, of course, attends school, and while dancing lessons were in progress, our lie had the misfortune to fall and break his arm. I am sorry to hear of your accident, my dear "Dear Don," and 1 hope the injury soon mends and you will be your old self once again and able to resume your studies. A brief word or two now, children, about our Relief Ship that will make her customary voyage to the aid of the poor children this winter. In asking for gifts towards our ship’s cargo of comfort, I do not appeal to those, who find themselves in meagre straits, but to those whose circumstances allow some gift to be made, without undue hardship to themselves. So, dears, those of you who are not in affluent circumstances, please do not worry because you cannot assist our Ship this year. I had decided to make my wishes known on this matter, because some of our clan have felt Worried about their inability to assist, and I want them to that I understand. And now, children mine, I must be off again and until Make-believe Day comes I send you all my fondest love and pisses from your ever affectionate—