“OH WHERE, OH WHERE CAN THEY BE?” ASKS “WOOD VIOLET.’’

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 77, Issue 82, 7 April 1934, Page 12

“OH WHERE, OH WHERE CAN THEY BE?” ASKS “WOOD VIOLET.’’

Dear Wendy,—Once again “Wood Violet” is turning up like a bad , penny. 1 suppose you are wondering if 1 have forgotten you, but us you see 1 have not. Where are all the members of the Old Brigade! ’Tis to b< hoped the old Witch has not got them. 1 haven’t seen letters from “Star ol lhe Desert,” “Laughing Lilac,” •Valentine La Nina,” “H.M.S. Hood,” “The Mysterious Masquerader’’ and all the rest for ages. Perhaps they are busy as 1 have been We had the earthquake quite heavy here. I am glad 1 wasn’t in Wanganui when it was on. Recently, 1 saw a letter in the Hut from “A Radio Fairy.” Well, Wendy, 1 met this little girl in Wanganui one day some time ago. 1 wonder if she remembers me/ Sue was with her mother when 1 met her. Where are all the Waverley Wendyites gone! Oh where, oh where, can they be/ Very few have written lately except our loyal “Brown Lyes.” ‘“Thistledown” is in Wanganui still, 1. think. Even “Wood violet’s Sweetheart” and “Wood Violet’s Dear” haven’t written. .1 haven’t seen these two Ites for months ( either. 1 recently saw “Arohanutite’s” letter. He won first prize for his calf in the Waverlcy show. “Little Jim” was in the hospital for a week recently, but has now returned home. 1 saw “Unicom” in Wanganui a few weeks ago. Recently I had the pleasure of visiting “Blue Danube,” whom I have corresponded with for years. She seems as nice as her cheery lettcis. Did you see the Australian athletes? 1 heard a description of their performances over the air and also heard them speak as well. 1 have not heard from “Valentine La Nina” for ages. 1 hope she sees this, then I might get a letter from her soon. At present there are quite a few flowers out in the garden, including some lovely verbenas, asters, snapdragons, dianthus and many more flowers. My father and brother have been busy taking a hive of bees lately. They gathered quite a lot of honey but received quite a few stings, too. Wasn’t it sad about Mr. Boucher losing his life in the aeroplane that crashed/ 1 saw “Country Rose” in town recently, but haven’t seen “Story Girl” for ages. Well, Wendy, 1 had better close, hoping all the ites are well. With best wishes.—l remain, your long-lost Wcndyite, “WOOL VIOLET,” H.D., C.W.K., Ngutuwera. The biggest surprise of all! What a dear you are to wiite after such a long absence. 1 never expected to hear of you again, i really thought, the old Witch had you locked away in > the very back of her cave. {Sometimes 1 wonder, too, what can ha\ e happened to our Old Brigade. The 'quake was wretched, wasn’t it? How lovely to meet our “Radio Fairy.” “ Arohanui-ite” has written to-day 10 tell me he gained a first prize. Dear <>ld “Blue Danube,” I wonder how she fared, too/ Would you give her my regards should you be able tot “•Siale” is the elder.—Wendy. “HYACINTH” REPORTS NO DAMAGE FROM RECENT VISITATION. Dear Wendy,—Here 1 am again. Gan you realise it/ Will you excuse mo for not writing to you for so Long/ How are you, Wendy? Did you like the earthquake? Our chimney was cracked but no other damage done. Nearly everybody has the measles at our school and there were only 21 out of 68 pupils to-day (Monday). By the way, could you tell me what U.W.K. means? 1 have often wondered. Now, dear Wendy, 1 shall have to bring these few lines to a close. Love to you and all the Ites. —From “HYACINTH,” Maxwell. So pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. I am keeping splendidly, thank you, and i hope you enjoy good health also. No, dear, 1 did not like the ’quake. I do not think anybody does. Lots of the boys and girls ha\o had the measles here also. Seems to have been an epidemic of them, doesn’t there? C.W.K. is an Order of Merit awarded by Sir Ernest Endeavour for service in our clan. There arc no badges now.—Wendy. “BRAVO! PERHAPS NOW A FEW I MORE WILL FOLLOW,” EXCLAIMS ‘ MOTHER OF FOUR.” Dear Wendy,—What a wonderful surprise you gave me last {Saturday, thank you very, very much for tnu honour. 1 will uy to write more often and be more deserving of it. 1 see, “Mother of .Six,” where you have had the same honour conferred on you. Congratulations! Yes, 1 will be going to Wellington shortly, but will try ami get across to see you before 1 go. 1 am very keen to know what this little rumour is. Huutcrville was well represented at the Hut last week; no fewer than four local ites in. Bravo! Perhaps now a few more will follow. Let’s hop 6 so, anyway. 1 see where some one under the name of “Madcap” won £5 in the art union. 1 wonder if it was our beloved “Madcap”? If so, congratulations and happy times m the spending of it. “Jolly Waratah,” / , was vc, ’y sorry to hear of your allliction and am hoping to soon he®r of improvement. Well, Wendy, I hate no more news so L think I will close. With love to all- the Ites.—From “MOTHER OF FOLK.” C.W.K., Hunters ille. You have our Sir Ernest Endeavour to thank for the honour conferred upon you, dear. Our Knight said that for Ihe loyal support both "Mother of Six mid yourself had always shown you richly deserved recognition for your service. I wondered, too, if the "Madcap” was "our” "Madcap.” Do write again soon, won't you!— Wendy. J ■ QUEEN ELIZABETH” POPS IN AFTER LONG ABSENCE. Dear Wendy,— Here Imu again afUl a long absence. lam sorry I neglected to write as I quite forgot you. We »r. having lovely weather in Marton. I hope you spent a happy Easter. W»r« you frightened by the quakes! I thought they were horrid. We have four white rabbits now and they are so tame and woolly. I have just recoveicd from a nasty cold and a sore throat. 1 must close now as there are lots of things to do. Love.—From “QUEEN ELIZABETH,” C.W.K., Marton. cs. dear. I wondered whatever could ha\e happened to you, too. i began . t<» wonder if you Were locked up in the 1 old Witch s cave as 1 am sure so many v of our elan are. We have had lovely weather here, too. Quite a change from the usual Easter weather. No one likes/ quakes. I ani pleased to hear your cold is now better. Wretched things,