“WE'LL BE GROWING WEB FEET SOON," SAYS "LAUGHING LIZZIE."

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 281, 30 November 1935, Page 12

“WE'LL BE GROWING WEB FEET SOON," SAYS "LAUGHING LIZZIE."

Dear Wendy,—Just another Itc popping up like a bad penny. Isn't this weather awful! We’ll be growing web feet soon I think. “Paul Daring,” I’ve twice asked you questions through the pages, but each time you have failed to answer so I’ll allow you to fade into oblivion. Wendy, through a misprint, “Queen of the Angels” said in her letter that her mother got 48 eggs from 40 “tight” hens. My mother is wondering how you make them “tight” and if she could do tne same. Maybe you can tell us “Queen of the Angels!” Hey! “Yellow Rose of Texas,” I’ve finished with peanuts now and gone on to walnut creams instead. Hasn’t that rimu tree of yours got dry rot yet? Well, Wendy, it’s afternoon tea time, so I’ll vamoose. With tons of love.—From “LAUGHING LIZZIE,” C.W.K., Hunter ville. My goodness, yes, the weather 1? certainly dreadful. I cannot think what can have gone amiss with the Weather Clerk. Oh, but what a joke. I must tell Mr Printerman about how he has made -W hens “tight.” What a difference in sense just one little letter can make. Usually 0 stands for nothing, but when it is add*d to £lOO it makes a thousand. —Wendy. “SLOW COOK” SELECTS POEM WITH MORAL Dear Wendy,—This is just one more letter before my exam, which starts the week after next.. I am sending a little poem for the tinies. “The Mouse and the Cake” A mouse found a beautiful piece of cake, The richest and sweetest that mortal could make. T ’was heavy with citron, t'was fragrant with spice, And covered with sugar ull sparkling as ice. “Hurrah!” cried the mouse, while his eye beamed with glee. Here's a treasure I’ve found what a feast it will be. But hark, there’s a mouse, ’tis my brothers at play, So I’ll hide with the cake lest they wander this way.” So off went the mouse as he held the cake fast, While his hungry young brothers went scampering past. He nibbled and nibbled and still he kept gulping it down Until he had swallowed it all, and soon was so unwell That he groaned with distress, his family heard him, And as he grew worse they sent for the doctor, Who made him rehearse how he’d eaten the cake To the very last crumb, without giving his playmates and relatives some. Christmas will soon be here again, won’t it! I must thank you for the birthday greetings. I received a nice lot of presents. Mother gave me a nice gold keeper ring with New Zealand ferns on it. So I was very lucky, wasn’t I Well, I think L have told you all the news just now so I will say cheerio for the present. I«ove to yourself ami Ites.—“SLOW COACH,” M.W.L., Wendymere. Oh, so many thanks for your letter, dear. I thjnk your choice of a poem will meet with “Stranger’s Daughter’s” plan. The moral is excellent, indeed. I arn writing re the matter you mention. How lucky you were on your birthday. Good luck go with you during your examination. — Wendy. “I’D BETTER BE CAREFUL SAYS “STETTA.” Dear Wendy—Here 1 am once again turning up like a rusty nail. Well, 1 am awfully sorry I have not written for quite a while as I have been doing the general Christmas clean-up and have hardly had a minute to spare. Well, “Green Linnet,” I am very sorry to hear your great-aunt passed awav recently. I happen to have discovered who you are, but as you don t want “Poultry Maid” to find out who you are I had*better be careful, hadn’t I? Come on, “Tottie,” what are you suspicious about me .* I happened to spot you and that cousin of yours dow n town the other day. “Poultry Maid, what is the matter with your pen and paper? Well, Wendy, I am afraid Sir Richard Elf will be needed to rescue “M. 0.5. from that dreadful Witch’s clutches. “Madcap,” 1 must tell you that you don’t know me to speak to, but vou know of me, as we are distant relations. I have often visited your old home. I have seen many a photo of you, your father and brother also. Now, I must be off until next Saturday. Cheerio. Love—from “STETTA, Hunterville. Bravo, dear! So pleased you have popped in. The letter 11 Mother of Four” was supposed to have written for our pages last week was not hers at all. so I have deleted the reference to your initials. That’s the spirit, do not give each other away. “Madcap’s” initials are correct, so I have censored them also. Our worthy Ite may remember you now.—Wendy'. [.■■-zl.:-:.— ■ ,