THE WENDY HUT

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 183, 5 August 1933, Page 4

THE WENDY HUT

OUR

CHILDREN’S CORNER

'My Dear Children, — The dawn of another Letterland Day breaks, and in stream a troop of merry Make-believers for an hour of fun and frolic, and among them I see many J have not seen for many a long day. I could hardly believe my eyes when 1 beheld our very long-absent “Firpo,” and I expect she will feel just a little strange in the midst of so many new i lansfellows. Our Hut grows quickly “Firpo,” dear, but I know you will soon find some playfellows. Then there is “Wood Violet,” one of our oldest members, come to pay a call also. It is really lovely to have these visits and to know that, while we do not often see Ites of the Old Brigade, they still think of us and take an interest in the Hut’s affairs an J well-being. It is such loyalty that enables our clan to survive when other Lands of Make-believe fall by the way. Even as I see you gathered together I think of an old fable I learned in the days when, f too, attended school. Our schoolmaster was very fond of reading the story of a father who sought, by a single illustration, to impress upon his sons the value of unity. The father of the fable called his sons tu him, so runs the story, and giving to each a single stick, asked them to try and break them in two, which, of course, they accomplished easily. The old man then took the same number of sticks which he tied together in a bundle. To his eldest and strongest son he gave the bundle of sticks and asked if ho could break that, also, but the son, try as hard as he might, could not so much as even bend the sticks. The sons were, of course, puzzled to know the meaning of their father’s act and asked for the meaning, to which he replied that each stick represented a son, and singly each coaid be broken, but banded together they stood solidly invincible. That fable, so simple, and yet so powerful in its illustration, is symbolical of our Hut. for it reveals the manner in which our clan has accomplished so much towards rhe good it determined to roach since first, its now over-open doors, were unlocked. The lesson tho father taught his sons was “unity is strength,” and that is why, when I see Ites, who have been so long absent from our clan, in our midst once again, that I am reminded of the fable I have just told you about. Now, my next piece of news is contained in that huge brown-paper parcel you see laying upon the Gnome of Gratitude’s desk. 1 expect everyone is ever so curious to know what it can be, and as it is not fair to keep you in suspense, I will read this note immediately. All listening? We nd yt own. Dear Wendy,—Allow us to present, you with the enclosed “Madox” quilt, the join work of “Aunty,” little Misses Heather and Kiva McDonald. and. myself. “ Aunty” hopes you can give this to a Wendyile in need.—Our good wishes, Wendy, “MADAME X.’ Isn’t that simply wonderful? You will, of course, remember that this is the second “Madex” quilt from that loyal Wendytown of Ours, end I do find it difficult to find words suitable, with which to express my very great gratitude to those whom “Madame X” has named in her note as her co-workers in their latest effort to perform a noble act of kindness. The, quilt is all wool, knitted squares, warmly lined, buttoned, and bears tho inscription, “Madox,” worked in black wool over a “W,” which of course, stands for Wendytown as well as Wendy Hut, and is a symbol some little tot will ever remember with gratitude for the warmth its cosy covering will import during winter’s bitter days. My many thanks to you, little Heather and Elva, for your help to our “Aunty” and “Madame X,” I must ask, our friend, the Fairy Queen to grant vou your dearest wishes when next dear old Santa Claus conies to see us. The next piece of news is rather startling. Oh, no, it is not so <1 readful as my words imply, but it is serious enough for all that, to those who are gardening enthusiasts, and I know there are lots now since ‘ Carnatio ” opened his column. “Moorangi” announces that she has spied the first white butterfly of the reason, and since this pest has already made its appearance, while yet it is on the. borderline of winter and spring, it augurs ill for tho coming summer. However, I trust that before the white butterfly can do any great damage, in our gardens or crops, an effective means will bo devised to destroy it and remove for all time a problem that might, even yet, prove a very difficult one to overcome. In tho meantime, though, lot us make a resolution that no white butterfly will escape us, anil in that way we can support any other effort of attack made upon this troublesome pest. I'loni co-ltes’ letters T gather that there is an amount of sickness in our ranks, and “Little Green Valley” tells me that “Little Omatane Rose” is now in hospital. Ido not know what form her illness takes, blit it IS my earnest hope that our Ite will soon be herself again.* “Daddy’s Little Sweetheart” still has visitors to cheer her, for which I am very grateful, and I hopo ’to hear, in the not far distant future, of her complete recovery, too, because 1 know' just how her mummy and daddy must worry over, and miss their wee girlie. And now, just as our hour of make-believe draws to an end 1 must let you see the great surprise that jolly “Midgy” has sprung upon me. 1 think instead of telling you 1 will ask Mr. Printerman for just a little extra space to print “Midgy’s” letter: To Hoe Road, Ohinewai. Dear Mendy, Just, a few' linos to tell you f am sending you soma violets, anil, Wendy dear, would you please share them with “White For-get-mc-not.” Give her my love ami best wishes for a steady recover-,-. If you have lo go to any expense in simding4hem to her. Wendv, would you nlonse let me know and I will make it up to you.Bost love—‘‘MIDGY,” C.W.K. You perfect dear! What gorgeous violets, and they seem to fill my study with the very spirit of spring itself. And “Midgy ” dear I have sent half of them to '‘White I'orget-me-not,” who is now out of ho.spita , and I am positive our Ite, by reason of your gift to her will bo much benefited, for who could behold so rich a gift without a heart gladdened by its beauty ami gorgeous perfume? For mvself, “Midgy ” J. can only say just ‘‘Thank vou.” B-r rr! B-r-r-r-rl —there goes the buzzer, cherubs, and I must leave ,'oit or another week; tn the meantime, though, I send vou all mv love a*n<l kisses until we meet again.—Ever your affectionate—

HERE’S OUR MERRY “SHIEK OF OKIRAE'’ COME TO PAY A CALL Wendy,—Here 1 am again trying to scrape up something to say. Wendy, please do forgive me for not writing to yon before, but you see ' g been going about and, I ve just settled down again. Last month 1 stating with a cousin of mine at Castle cliff, and while I was there we used to attend the Kaiwhaiki dances. Oh, Wendy, 1 used to have lovely times. I saw “Okirae.” She had only a few dances. She was just about writing all night, as she is the secretary ot the hockey team. I went to two dances at Castlecliff. At one the officers amt Bailors of the H.M.S. Veronica were guests of the evening and we all nau a good time. My cousin came to stay with me for a while but had to go back because our grandma was sick, Wendy, I was in town last Friday night and the first friend I saw was ‘Hop-a-long hop. Then I went to Martin and A ernon » and some of mv girl-friends came> in , too, so we all walked up to the lost Office and whom do.you think I bumped into! It was no other than my cousin. We stood there talking tor awhile and later marched up the Avenue. 1 saw lots of our Wendy Ites, but I didn’t have time to talk to them. Mv sister, cousin, a girl-friend from Kat Iwi. and myself were standing at Maria Place watching the midget talkies. Did you see them. Wendy . They were great.. There was : a just" up the road, Wendy, at ‘ Okirae the other night. I couldn t go because my town trip really knocked me UPwas told there were over aO cars there, so they mu#t have had a great »'ght Wendv, this is all I have to say for the present as I’ve a visitor for tea. 1 will close for now. "nh heaps o wishes and love to you »“«»'} jtes.—From your tue Ite, SHLI.K Ot OKIRAE,” Fordoil. , , I often wondered what had become ot you, dear, and was rather afraid that perhaps the old Witch had run off with vou. I see you have been spending a'happy time, though. 1 have seen the midget talkies you mention and they are splendid. Write again soon, won’t you! —Wendy. "PINE CONE” NOTICES SIGNS OF advancing spring, also. Dear Wendy,—Just a short note to let vou know that 1 have not forgotten the Hut and everyone else. My word, but hasn’t the weather been cold lately, Wendy! The wind has, especially. We will soon be having our exams, now. We have a big wattle tree coming out Some people say that it brings bad luck to have wattle inside, but I don t believe that. The birds are beginning to build their nests now, so there will soon b« little fledglings hopping about, We have no little lambs this year. Where has “Daddy’s Little Milkmaid” gone to Wendy! I think the witch must have her.' Well, as this is only a note I will end.—From “PINE CONE, C.W.K., Wendycove. So pleased to have your welcome letter dear, and to know that you are quite well. The weather has been very changeable, but rather mild for this season of the year. The wattle is beautiful. indeed. I wonder if the old witch can have captured our “Daddy s Little Milkmaid” after all? Sir Richard Elf must go in search ot her— Wendy. “MOERANGI" REPORTS SEEING FIRST WHITE BUTTERFLY. Dear Wendy,—l’m sure you can’t imagine how thrilled I felt when I noticed an Order of Merit had been placed beside my pen-name. I can’t guess how I earned that, and I hope it is not a mistake. Thank you very much, Sir Ernest Endeavour. Well, Wendv, yesterday afternoon I saw th.’ first white butterfly of the season. I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw it fluttering about tho garden. I was in the act of putting on a cardigan when I saw it, and I gave chase intending to bring that white pest to earth with a sudden bump, but the cunning thing flew over the fence and out of reach, and I don’t blame it really, do you. Wendy? Well, now. “Daisy Chain” I guessed your initials wrong, did 1? So now I’m going to try again and see if I succeed this time, I really believe they are'L.G., and if so ‘‘Rosemary’s ” initials arc A.G. No, “Lily of the Valleykina,” you are well off the beaten track concerning my initials, but don’t give up hope. I saw you one evening when you were on your way to catch the train, homeward-bound. Isn’t it just wonderful how the months roll by? Little lambs are becoming quite common about here now. I love 'to watch them play. Now, 1 must away. Love to vourself and co-ltes. —From “MOERANGI,” C.W.K., Letterland. No, dear, your Order of Merit is not a mistake, but your reward for your lovalty and interest in our clan. Dear me, a white butterfly! Goodness. and it escaped, too. It is wonderful, indeed, just how swiftly time does fly by.—Wendy. “WHAT A CROWD THERE IS THESE DAYS!’’ EXCLAIMS •DADDY’S DAUGHTER.’’ Dear Wendy,—Here’s a surprise! I have not visited the Hut for some time, but I always think of you on Saturday when we read the Hut’s news. What a crowd there is these days, and the same welcome for all! Thank you. Wendy, for my birthday greetings. 1 had a lovely time. A cake with six candles on it, and a book, but best of al! a dear wee black kitten. I have named him Rastus. ‘‘The Huguenot’’ loved the story of Richard Dirk and the “Children’s Fairyland,’’ so did I. My word, Sir Richard Elf was lucky. I hope you are quite well, Wendy, ami all our sick Ites getting well, too. Love from.— “DADDY’S DAUGHTER,” C.W.K., Marton. Yes, dear, your visit is a surprise in deed, but how lovely to know that yon always think of us, even although you do not often write. Our Hut still keeps on growing, doesn’t it .* What a lovely birthday you had. You must have been ever so happy. Sir Richard wants to go to “Children’s Fairyland” again, but I do not think it wise to let him go. for he may pat far too manv sweets and then hp will have toothachp. won’t hr?—Wendy. ' • BUSY BEBE" FINDS HER WAY TO LETTERLAND AGAIN. Dear Wendy,—l am writing this let ter to see how you are getting on. I know “Sweetly Singing Tui,” and I go to the same school. Mother and my little sister and brother are going to Wanganui to see Nannie and my little sister, Joan. I am staying home with daddy and my Uncle Len. I will close now. With tons of love, from—“BUSY BEBE,” Opaku. Now, just where have you been all this long time, dear! I looked for yon everywhere, and thought you had forgotten your way to our Hut. How jolly to go to the same school as our ‘‘Sweetly Singing Tui.” You will write again soon, won’t you!—Wendy.

1 "MISS WENDYVALE" IS SPEND 1 ING QUITE A GAY TIME. Dear Wendy. -How are you? Th. Press won the football match, hurrah L am dreadfully sorry 1 was unable L see the game, only mother and 1 ha-, to go oui. 1 have been leading quit a giddy life lately. On Saturday (Juu 22 i a kitchen tea was held at on place. Ou Thursday 1 went to a part ami had a gorgeous time. Yesterda 1 went to a china afternoon. All thes goings-on are for my cousin, who is t be married a week to-day. In your le ter 1 noticed that you spoke about u wearing our badges. Are there badge for the Wendy Hut? How much ai they’ “Mystery O’More” went i 1 Napier, but is home again now. I ofte wonder who the first Ite is. Does he o she write now! 1 had a letter from th “Veiled Princess” and she is quit well. Mr. ’Flu Germ has paid me a unwelcome visit. Well, Wendy, 1 wi. close now as father is going to wor and wants to post this letter. Pleas excuse me for writing in pencil. Fathe and I are going to Levin for one wee. of the August holidays and to Welling ton for the other. I hope. 1 will rnec some ites. Cheerio. —From “MIS WEND Y V A LE, ” Wanganui. ]t was exciting to see the Press wir. dear, and 1 would not have missed i for worlds. Lots of our old member have badges, but I now have no more New ones are to arrive sometime frtn England, but when 1 have no idea. N< our first Ite does not write now. Levi is a delightful town, and I know yowill spend a happy time there.— Wendy. “MOTHER” The greatest of all in this world is love Which was sent from Heaven above; And the love of a dearest friend. Will stay with us to the very end. And who is this dearest friend you ask? She’s one whose capable of any task: She’s dearer than father, sister o: brother. We have only one, and she is “Mother.” She loves, and her love will last, When other friends by us have passed; She sees our faults in a different light. And tries to put them out of sight. Often and often one hears her sigh. Whilst watching her children with lov ing eye; Watching them along life’s pathway wend, Each one with a different trend. When tired and weary, on mother’s breast, We shall always find shelter always I rest, j So love and cherish that one so dear. J For one of these days she ’ll not be I here. And though we have pals, and lots of J friends, Friendship is friendship and there it j ends; A,nd in this world there is never an ' other, Who cares for and loves us like our ‘‘ Mother.” JEAN GO BIDON, Hunterville. “MY LADY LAVENDER’’ CONSIDERS KNITTING GOOD PASTIME FOR BOYS AS WELL AS GIRLS, j Dear Wendy, —I have discovered , that “Merry Red Rose” is in Wan ' ganui, “Cherry Snowdrop” in Welling ' ton, and “Tomato Sauce” and “Wingsj of the Southern Cross’’ are in the hockey team. “Calves,” too, is play ing football, so I suppose they are too! busy to write to the Hut. We hav< no lambs here yet, but some of oui neighbours have. My brother is doing I some knitting now, and he has made two squares. It is a good pastime for | boys as well as girls I think. Love to you and the Ites. —From “MY LADY' > LAVENDER,” C.W.K., Wendy woods. i What an inquiry you have conducted/ dear, and I am pleased to know that‘ our Ites are well, even although they < do not pay us a visit very often. Yes. i knitting is a splendid pastime, and so J profitable also. I will see if I can find i you a pen friend.—Wendy. • ‘ANYONE WOULD THINK WE HAD HAD RAIN FOR A YEAR,’’ SAYS “NANCY BELL.’’ Dear Wendy,—As it’s quite a lime! since I last scrawled you a few lines; 1 Thought I would write now. Oh! What awful weather we are having these • days. One minute. 4 it is raining “cats I and dogs,” and then again we have a cold night and a frost follows. Tues- ' day it was raining and that night it stopped and there was a frost by morn- ■ ing and here we are again with rain. Anyone would think we had had rain for easily a year judging by the mud , and water That is lying in our paddocks. : Yesterday I scrubbed our back veran- | dali (which is much bigger than tho i front) and this morning I had to wash | it again owing to the dirty footmarks and mud off the children’s boots and ‘shoes. Well, Wendy, 1 have just plod- I ded through mud and slush up to the road gate for the mail and, of course, not forgetting the Wendy page. What 1 really went up for was to see if there • was a letter for me but I fell “flop.” ; 1 was expecting a nice long interesting ! letter from a friend in town. What a j number of Wcndyites are receiving the • honour of “C.W.K.” or “M.W.L.” j Next time Sir Richard, when you are conferring the honours on the Ites don’t forget that I’m in the same room as all Ihe others. What a blown chest I would have for a few minutes. My two sisters are playing a new game of cards called “Swagger” and it’s a noisy game, something like “Grab” and “shops.” I have, never seen it played I before, so if I’m off the lines of this! paper in places you will know that J j have one eye on their game instead of | mine. A fortnight ago I spent a week ; in town visiting the dentist. I went in on a Friday with daddy and camel <>ut with a friend the following one. ! Then on Saturday a girl friend and I ' went to the football match held at j Spriggens Park. It was very interest- • ing, indeed. Well. Wendy, as news is scarce I will conclude. I had the pleasure of seeing “Topsy” in town and I was talking to her when 1 saw “Thistledown” walking down the street on the opposite side. I remain, vour true-blue Ite.—“NANCY BELL.” C.W.K., Mangamahu. The weather, though sonic what changeable, is quite mild for this season of the year, isn’t it? How annoying the mud can be, especially as it always seems to tramp right, through the house. How strange, dear, that vou should comment upon honours conferred. I have your name on the lisr for tlii.s week’s Orders of Merit. 1 have often played the game of “grab.” Very exciting, too, isn’t it? I am so pleased yon attended the game on the 29th. Splendid, wasn’t it? How lovely to meet our “Topsy,” and sec “Thistledown. - Wendy.

TRUE BLUB IN ALL THINGS'

Enter . . .

••Moss Moon” 12 years. 3621 “Topsy’s Admirer” .. ~18 years 362& “Arsene Lupin’s Cobber" Dear Wendy,—Having been longing to write and ask you if 1 could join your merry band of Ites, 1 thought of doing so at this moment. 1 could have done so long ago,- Wendy, but have been too shy. Please may 1 have "Arsene Lupin’s Cob Der” for my pen name That’s all 1 can say just now, so 1 must close. With love. —From your merry He, “ARSENE LUPIN 's COBBER,” Oliingaiti. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my dear. L am so pleased to be able to have you in our ranks. You may have the pen-name you have asked for, but will you please send me your flame, age aud date of birth? —Wendy. » • » • Dear Wendy,—Please may 1 join your large family? May J have • • Topsy’s Admirer” for my pen-name? I want to keep my identity secret it I can, as 1 know a lot of lies who don’t know me. What windy days we have had. How is your golf going these days, “Topsy?” You arc doing well. Wouldn’t you like to know who 1 am? Well, keep guessing and get a headache for your pains. Good luck to •all the Wcndyites. —From “TOPSY' S ADMIRER,” Westmere. Welcome to the W endy Hut my dear. 1 am ever so pleased lo haw you in our clan of Let’s Pretend. 1 wonder how long you will remain a mystery? You may have the pen-name you have asked for. Write again soon, won’t you?—Wendy. Dear Wendy,—l hope you don’t mind me interrupting you by creeping into your Hut like this. 1 am a, new lie and 1 hope that 1 may play among your happy Ites. 1 can’t think of a pen-name for myself and I would like you to give me one. 1 have a friend who lives next door to us and we have a, fine time some days. My sister is going to write soon, and she will be asking for a pen-name, too. 1 am sorry I have no more news for you and L will have to close now. To you and all you wondrous Ites I remain, your loving Ite, “MOSS MOON,” Taihape. P.S.: I have just turned 12 on July 28. 1 invited mv two friends to tea.— “M.M.” Welcome to the Wendy Hut my dear. I am ever so pleased to have you in our merry ranks. I have given vou “Moss Moon’’ for your pen-name, and I hope you will like it. I will be able to find a pen-name for your sister, also. You must have spent a happy lime on your birthday.—Wendy. •WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED TO THE UP-RIVER ITES?” ASKS “QUEEN MADGE.” Dear Wendy,—Here is another Ite lurning up like a bad penny, as usu: 1. I. hope our leader and all my co-ltes arc njoying good health. 1 have sent “Happy Harry” a copy of the Hut page of Ninas, 1931, hoping he will rceivo it safely. Wendv, whatever has happened to the up-river Ites? [ am wondering if “Flashing Thunder” lias received my letter or not. “Flashing Thunder,” don’t forget we have hail a change in the weather at last, but not because all of us are, wanting it. 1 >nly wish that tho, nice, warm days would hurry and come because these •old days are miserable, aren’t they, Wendy? What a number of Wendyitos lave “C.W.K.’’ now. Well, Wendy, 1 will have to disappear as it is getting late, so 1 will close.— From vour loving te, “QUEEN MADGE,”' C.W.K.,’’ Wendvline. It was so good of you to send our ‘ Happy Harry” the copy he asked for, ind he will, I know, be very grateful or it. Tho days will very soon become warmer now, dear, and the cold wind tnd rain go away for many months. It '.ill be lovely to have the sunny days gain, won’t it?—Wendy. ‘WHITE ARAB" RECEIVES VISIT FROM OLD MR. ’FLU GERM. Dear Wendy,—Just a few lines to Jet on know how 1 am getting on. It ias been very < old and windy lately. I bought 1 would sit down and scribble ou a few lines while 1 have the time. Hi, Wendy, haven’t we had some “old nan” frosts lately ? Have you had the Id ’flu germ yet? 1 had a visit from dm. The poor little lambs must feel iiis awful cold windy weather. Well, 'Vendy, I think I had bettor close now, ■ oping these few lines will find you in ,!ie best, of spirits and the very best of ~ood health.—l remain yours .sincerely, ‘WHITE ARAB,” Wanganui. So pleased, dear, to hear from you his week. I wondered how you fared I' late. The weather is very mild foi • his season of the year, though, isn’t J? No, Mr. ’Flu Germ has not paid; ie a visit yet, and I hope, he doesn't, i either.—Wendy.

“BRIGHT EYESITE” PAYS A SURPRISE VISIT ALSO. D.-ai T.'endy,—l have popped up at last. How me you, Wendy ? I hope you have escaped Air. Flu. Wl.’at does C.W.K. mean, Wendy? I. would like to know. The weather has been fairly fine here so far. We are really having spring ami not. winter. We have had one exam., but 1 was away. We are starting another exam. soon. Well, Wendy, there is nothing else to say, so I’ll have to close. Love from “BRIGHT EYESIGHT,” Marton .Tunet ion. I should say you have just popped up! What a surprise you gave me. Yes, I have evaded Mr, ’Flu Germ so far. lam lucky, am I not? C.W.K. means Custodian of the Wendy Key, an Honourable Order of Merit conferred by Sir Ernest Endeavour for industry and work in our Hut’s endeavours. I hope you pass in the examination. —Wendy.

NOTICE BOARD "Madame X. ’’ -“Brown Wallflow .'•i s Admiiei” will be writing to you . in a short while. | “Hut’s Doctor” ami “Tipperary liiu."—“Little Green Valley” would like you both as pen-pals. She will write first if you are agreeable. “Simple Sue.” —“Pine Cone” will be your pen-friend. “My Imdy Lavender” would like a pen friend about 12 years old. She will write first. “White Forget-me not ” wonders can any Ite supply her with our Hut page 4 -- of February 11 and 18, please. FI'EA'DY.

“EVERYONE SEEMS TO BE KNITTING,” SAYS "WOOD VIOLET” UPON HER WELCOME RETURN. Dear Wendy, —Just a few lined to you to let you know I have not forgotten you. Quite a few Waverlcy Wcndyites have written lately, including “Rosebud Fairy,” “Sea Pearl” and “Brown Eyes.” What has become of "Darling Minus,” “Wood Violet’s Dear” and “Wood Violet’s Sweetheart”? I have seen all three at ono dance recently, but “Darling Minus” was not present last time. Everyone seems to be knitting, don’t they? 1 am at present busy on a pale pink lacy jumper. Isn’t it cold weather lately? By the time this letter is in print Spring will be with u.s, and we will have bid winter goodbye. Quite a few spring flowers are coming into bloom already. There are lots of primroses, cowslips, Christmas roses, daffodils, snowdrops, pansies, violets and violas also in flower. At present I am anxiously awaiting a letter from “Lily of Laguna,” “Valentino la Lina,” and “Moonlight on the Colorada. ” Ngutuwera has formed a football team this year and have not done badly considering it is their first year. They finished third on tho ladder. 1 suppose you attended the Police v. Press match? Well, Wendy, as news is scarce I will close. Best wishes to all Ites. T remain, one of vour true-blue Ites.—“WOOD VIOLET.” H.D., M.W.L., Ngu'tuwera. What a surprise, dear, to have your welcome visit to-day. Sir Richard and I have been most concerned about your long absence. Yes, knitting is a very popular and profitable pastime, isn’t it? The weather has been very mild this winter, hasn’t it? Yes, I attended the match and I thought it wonderful. I'll autograph your book for you. It will be at the Avenue office.—Wendy. “HAPPY HARRY’S PAL” RETURN AFTER PLAYING TRUANT. Dear Wendy,—Here I am again and have been keeping a constant eye open for a letter from “Happy Harry.'' How are you, Wendy? On Tuesday, July 25, we had a concert and it was a great success. 1 recited and everyone said 1 was very good. Wendy, please would you do me a favour? May 1 change my pen-name to that of “The Silent Boss of Lonesome Rauch”? 1 must write every week; 1 am a dodger, aren't 1? 1 have bad news for “Happy Harry,” because the pct chinchilla rabbit he gave me some years ago died recently. Well, Wendy, I will have to close now.—Yours faithfully, “HAPPY HARRY’S PAL,” Aramoho. P.S.: Oh, Wendy, I forgot to tell you that 1 joined tbc children’s library last week, there arc many interesting books there.—“H.H.P. ”

So pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. 1 should love to have heard you reciting at the concert. I ant sorry but I cannot change, your penname. It is against the rules. How sad “Happy Harry” will be to hear that your pot has passed away. I think tho children's library splendid.— Wendy. “I DON’T LIKE GETTING OUT OF BED THESE MORNINGS,” SAYS "JOSEPHINE.” Dear Wendy,—l really meant to write last week, but I forgot ail about it. I went to the Police-Press Rugby match and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Did you go, Wendy? The Police wore not far behind the Press in scores. The ambulance men had some work to do, too. I don’t suppose you have any badges at present? Wendy, could you please tell mo how much each they are. There was a very hard frost hero this morning, and 1 didn’t like getting out of bed. I don’t think anyone does these frosty mornings. Well, Wendy, as time is moving on I’ll have to end this short note. Best love to yourself and coltes. Your ever affectionate Ite—“JOSEPHINE,” C.WjK., Westmere. I am pleased you attended the great match. Yes, I saw it also, and 1 would not have missed it for worlds. . The Press were lucky to gain the victory, weren’t they? The badges were Is Id, but none have yet arrived from England. Write again soon, won't, vou?Wendy. “SURPRISES ARE NICE, AREN’T THEY?" OPINES “KOHL M AR AM A.” Dear Wendy,— Yuu will be thinking that i am sick, or else have foig’utten all about you. Neither has been the case, but owing to so many things i have to attend to my time is well occupied. However, i must nut let that always bu the excuse. The weatliei has not been up to much but what a wonderful winter wo have had so fm, really too good tu be true. Just wait a little lunger and we will bo wonder ing if winter has just begun. What do you think, Wendy? Well, it is an anxious time just at present. Our examinations arc in progress ajid it will not be long before our second term holidays arc due. It is incredihbto think that seven months have passed by, isn’t it, W'cuidy.’ I am going to Hawera to-day for the day, so 1 hope it will be a nice day. Have you been lo Hawera? i suppose you were quite surprised to hear from ‘ ‘ Bevon Oaks,' Wendy? Surprises arc nice sometimes, aren't, they? Well, Wendy, as 1 am due to go out within a few minutes, 1 will close now. Hoping that this finds you well. --From “KO HIM ARA M A, Wanganui. Bravo, dear! 1 wondered if 1 should hear from you this week. The weathei has been changeable, but still ralhei mild for this season of the year don’t you think? I hope you gain your pass You will let mo know, won’t you? Yes, I have often been to Hawera. I was surprised to have our “Seven Oaks” to see us. Surprises like that are always jolly.— Wendv

“THE DUPLICATE DUKE’S SWEETHEART” SPENDS GLORIOUS HOLIDAY. Dear Wendy,—.Just a few lines hoping you and all Ites are quite well, as this letter leaves mo. I am home again and getting into working order before the cows come in. I had a splendid time while I was away and saw many interesting things, especially one which will always live in my memory. Can you guess what it was? A hunt! And it was the first real hunt I have seen, and we were standing right amongst the horses and hounds. They looked wonderful. 1 could see the horses wore well-cared for by the slock, silky coats they had and the jumping was perfect, they found it no difficulty in clearing all fences. Wendy, if you have not seen a hunt take the first opportunity you get for it is worth while. I suppose you wonder what has happened to my writing? I bet you will do a smile when I tell you. Just a»s I. started to write, our cat jumped up and settled itself on my knee, and being a spoilt cat I just let it stop. I rested the pad on top of it, but it was restless, and so was my pad, however some day I will write you a letter you will understand. I believe, “Lady Mabel” has two black blisters through digging those potatoes, stiff luck, old fellow. My word, I must congratulate you for gaining C.W.K. honours. It was well earnt. “Miss Wendy vale” seems to have much the same hobbies as I. Well, Wendy, it is nearly bedtime, so I will close with the best of luck to all. T remain.— Your true blue Ite, “THE DUPLICATE DUKE’S SWEETHEART,” Paipaiti. So pleased to have your welcome letter dear. Thank you, I am keeping quite well. I am glad you spent such a happy time on your holiday. The Hunt is so very exciting, isn’t it? Write again re your suggestion for the upriver Ites to meet and I will draw their attention to your plan in time for them to make the necessary arrangements.— Wendy. HERE IS ONE OF THE WEEK’S GREATEST SURPRISES! Dear Wendy,— Again I come once more to join the ranks of Ites, this time to write a little more often I hope. I have a lot of news to tell you, so if I don’t begin I’m sure to forget. Here goes: “Minnie the Mouse-catcher,” and “Toodles the Cat,’’ are both dead, but although I am sad about these deaths. I have another cat to console me, “Peter, Paul, McSweeny.” He is a dear little chap with the'markings of a tiger, and a loving nature. Could you tell me if “Pedro,” has shifted, or is at the same address? The Turi Memorial was unveiled on August 2. On the

same date was the basketball tournament, in which we were playing, the Convent, I mean. We have rather a good team this year, playing nine games and only losing one, so I suppose we have a fair chance for tho cup. My brother is now throe years old, four this coming October, and to be sure a

cheeky young chap for his age. He makes me rave when he insists on annoying mo. I still possess mv poor bicycle, which, after all its accidents is still whole, although when I ride it, it always gets punctured—funny is it not? We are experiencing lovely frosty mornings up this way, so 'nice, that when I awake, and find my toes and hands warm, I. hate to get up. Well. I am afraid I must close. Love and good wishes. I remain—“FIRPO,” Pat< a.. P.S.—When you are lonely, with nothing to do; think of me Wendy and don't look blue.—“F.” Goodness, gracious me! but where did you spring from? T thought you had forgotten all about us. I am so sad to hear of our animal friends’ deaths, but I am sure your new pet will try to make up for their passing away. I haven’t hoard from “Pedro” for ages. I road about the memorial during the week. I hope your team wins the cup. Oh, so you still have the poor old cyclo? Now, do write soon.—Wendy.

"LADY MABEL” BARB,ACKS FELLOW ITE UPON KNITTING POWERS Dear Wendy,—l thought that it was time 1 dropped you a few lines, so here 1 SCC that 1 ,lnvc thc C.W.K. after my pen-name, and I’m considering myself a good fellow, so thanks in plenty for awarding me such honour. I see “Tho Duplicate Duke’s Sweetheart ’ has returned from his long holiday, and he had a rough time of it so I hear. Any way, a rough holiday is better than none at all, isn’t it, D.D.S.? 1 see the bobby calves arc being collected now, so T suppose there are lots blessing them, including mvself and “D.D.S.” Well. I'll away for a while, hope the sun shines bright for another week. Cheerio, everybody, but before T go I will put in a good' word lor “The Duplicate Duke’s Sweetheart,” and that is, he’s a great knitter. for he knitted a beret, and it would suit nobody else but himself.—“LADY MABEL,” Wanganui River. But, dear. “The Duplicate Duke’s Sweetheart ” says that a most enjoyable holiday was spent while away. I hope the news you heard is incorrect. I wonder how our Ite will own the ability as a. knitter when your letter is road?— Wendy. "DADDY’S LITTLE SWEETHEART” RECEIVES VISIT FROM KINDLY "LITTLE BLUEBIRD.” Dear Wendy,—You will have such’ a surprise when you see who this letter is from. J am always thinking of vou, only the days are so short that they are gone before T know where I am. I am mostly writing to tell you that I. went to the hospital to see “Daddy’s Little Sweetheart.” She is so ill. I have a very sick sister, too, so I suppose that is why I feel so much for others. “Nukumai” has been away working, and ho has been home on holidays. “Nukumai” and “Breir” arc sweethearts now, but that is a secret. Wendy (I mustn’t tel' tales, must I). It’s such a wet day here to-dav. 1 wonder if it is raining whore you live. 1 want. to»go to church after dinner if tho rain clears off. \\»11, Wendy, after this long letter, I will close, sending my love to you and all the other Itos, so good bye. I remain, vour Ite.— “LITTLE RLI’ERIRD.” Greatford. What a dear you are to go and see ”<>r “Daddy’s Little Sweetheart.” I am sure your visit must have cheered her wonderfully. I hope your sister is soon well. Ti is so wretched to be ill, isn’t it? Oh, yas. we have had lots of rain hero, also.—Wendv

“THE TAIHAPE ITES DO NOl SEEM TO WRITE TOO OFTEN.” SAYS “BROWN WALLFLOWER’S ADMIRER.’’ Dear Wendy,—l am writing to you at last! 1 am not a very good ite I’m afraid to be so lazy, and it is quite a while since 1 saw a Hut page, laihape I‘cs do not seem to write t<»u often these days. 1 saw a Wendyito in town last Saturday, and 1 would have liked to ask her pen-name. 1 have seen a lew Ites 1 know lately, too, no I’ll have to tell them tu write. “Lily of Laguna” came to our place to stay for the .night awhile ago. I often see “Laughing Lilac,” also “Princess Waterlily,” and, of course, ‘ ‘ Brown Wallflower. ” “ 8.W., ” you asked for a clue to my identity. Well, my age is not 14 years (that was a misprint, as it so happened). You always give me a smile, but are too shy to come and talk to me! and 1 do love people to talk and make a fuss of me. I’m not a shy boy. If you can’t discover who 1 am 'praps I’ll give you an extra big smile next time 1 sec you, then you will know! The weather has not been too pleasant lately, but I suppose we must not complain. I saw “Madame X” and “Minnie Mouse” » few weeks ago in town. 1 haven’t seem a letter from “Old Gran” for a long time, but perhaps she is busy knitting these days. Well, 1 must not take up too much room, so cheerio for now. Best wishes.—From “BROWN WALLFLOWER’S ADMIRER,” Taihape. What a surprise, dear, to have you with us after such a long absence. I thought perhaps the old Witch had run off with you. How surprised our Tftihape Ito would have been if you had asked her her pen-name. I think the weather has been very mild this winter. I wonder when our “Old Gran’’ will write again? I’ll tell “Madame X. ’ ’—Wendy. “BROWN EYES” WINS PRIZES AND TROPHIES GALORE. Dear Wendy,—Once again I seek the entrance of the Hut. Not many Waverley Ites have written since I did last. “The Sea Pearl” and “Primula” are the only two. I went to see Wanganui play Wairoa, and it was an exciting match, Wendy. The ball was up one end and down the other, Wanganui would have scored several times, only for our good full-back. It surprised many people when the game finished a draw. Most people thought it would be one-sided, in Wanganui’s favour, but not a bit of it! I wa< standing behind a Maori, and he would call out blue, and then make up a rhyme about it. He was funny. I went to a party th£ other night with “Sally Horner” and enjoyed myself very much. We had dancing. cards and competitions. I spng my song alright, “Thistledown.’’. The Girls’ Club had their social afternoon on Thursday. Wendy, and T had to sing “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.” I received two lovely prizes. I won a first with my jumper and received a crystal vase, and for the points prize I received a box of handkerchiefs. “Miss Wendy vale.” are your initials "J.M. ” and do you know a girl whose initials are “J.L.” “Sally Horner” and I both won a trophy each at golf, on our all-day tourney. Well. I will close now, as I must not take up too much of vour valuable space. Best of love.—From “BROWN EYES.” M.W.L., Waxerley. Rugbv is a splendid game to watch, isn’t it? I attended the Police-Press game last Saturday and thought it a wonderful match. I was delighted also to sec such a large crowd present. Parties arc jolly affairs, aren’t they? Just the thing for winter evenings What lovely prizes you received. Bravo! So you won a golf trophy? That’s splendid!—Wendy.