Wendy’s Letter-Box

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

Wendy’s Letter-Box

(Letters to be addressed “WENDY,” c o “Chronicle” Office, Box 105, Wanganui.)

“WHO IS TO BLAME?” ASKS OUR “MOTHER OF FOUR.” Dear Wendy,—A letter in last Saturday’s page bearing my signature, but a letter not written by me! Who is to blame? Has 4 4 Queen of the Angel’s” mother sent you a Christmas sample of that mixture for making “tight” hens lay? If so, Wendy, you are getting in early as Christmas is not here yet. “Poultry Maid,” you do get hold of some queer ideas. Whereever did you hear that I was getting a bicycle? I have no intention in the wide world of doing so and .why worry about dents in the Onga Road when I go riding? I have been riding a bicycle for the last 28 years and think I am well past the “denting stage,” Molly, unless I also sample some of that 41 tight” mixture, then it would be, whato for bumps’ “Mother of Six” was very pleased to see your letter to-day although I did get the credit for writing it. 1 had a glorious splash to-day, Wendy, and my word I did enjoy it. “Hairy Goat” was that your red bathing suit bobbing about in the river to-day? Well, Wendy, time is firing so I must fly, too. Love to all the Ites.—“MOTHER OF FOUR,” M.W.L., Hunterville. I cannot understand how a letter bearing your pen-name came to be received, dear. I did think the writing was a little strange at the time, though. However, I handle so many that I am never able to be quite sure. There must have been someone playing pranks. Perhaps it was the Old Witch? The weather has been far too cold here yet for swimming. How you must have ’enjoyed yours, though.— Wendy. “I WONDER IF I’M FORGOTTEN,” SAYS “BABY’S NURSE” Dear Wendy,—l wonder if lam forgotten by all our clan? I have not written for over two years, but I resolve to write more often now. How are you dear Leader? Very well, I hope. I still write to “The Duplicant Duke’s Sweetheart.” Come ou “Silvery Lake,” “Jonquil Joy.” It is very muddy up here, but I suppose it will soon clear up. Well, dear, I must close promising to write again soon. Fondest love. From “BABY’S NURSE,” C.W.K., Omatane. What a wonderful sunrise, dear. Just fancy two years’ absence from I our midst. How pleased I am to welI come you again. I will see if I can find i a pen-pal for you. Hasn’t the weather . Izcn dreadful? We must soon have I some sunny dayk, surely. Write again soon, won’t you?—Wendy.

“I’M WELL OUT OF REACH OF OLD WITCH,” SAYS “WINTER ROSE” Dear Wendy,—Now, who is this? You say. Well, it’s me turned up. Where have you been to ?, you may well ask. Well, I’m away up here by that beautiful mountain called Egmont. I think I’in well out of reach of the old Witch and her broomstick, so if Sir Ritchard is looking for me tell him that I’m quite safe and having a great time. From where I’m writing, which is in my friend’s bedroom, 1 can see the mountain with all its snow, and looking in the other direction I can see the other three mountains. My friend has been ill and is now in bed but getting better, which is good luck. I’ll have to close now till next Saturday. Lots of love and kisses— from “WINTER ROSE,” - C.W.K., Tepopo. I am ever so pleased, dear, that you have written to put our fears at rest,' for I did think the old Witch had you in her clutches. Oh, dear, but howl cold, it must bb at Egmont, especially now that the weather is so wintry. Sir Richard will be pleased, he has not to set out to rescue you. I am sorry to hear of your friend’s illness.—Wendy. “COME ON GREATFORD ITES,” SAY.S “BRIER.” Dear Wendy,—-Here I am again back in the Land of Make-Believe. I am awful, am I not, Wendy, for I only write once in a while and if I don’t watch myself you might take my letters away from, and 1 don’t wish that to happen? I went to the Palmerston North Show and also the Wanganui Show, so I have been rather gay lately. Come on some of you Greatford Ites, wake up and write or Wendy will be thinking that the has you and will be sending Sir Richard out to rescue you. The Weather Clerk is giving us some funny weather 4 lately. I have nothing more to say, so I think I’ll close until next Letterland Day. Cheerio, Wendy.—From “BRIER,” M.W.L., Greatford. Never fear, dear, I will never deprive you of your letters. You are always entitled to them. It is lovely to have your loyalty, thpugh. I am pleased you were able to attend both the shows. The Weather Clerk is most unpopular at present, isn’t he?— Wendy,

41 JUST FANCY XMAS IN A MONTH’S TIME,” SAYS “PARADISE PIGEON” Dear Wendy,—Well, don’t fall down with surprise when you see who this is from. Never mind, Wendy, even if I don’t write as often as I should 1 still read your page every week. Just fancy, Christmas is here in nearly a month’s time. Doesn’t time soon fly by? In March the Silverhope School is holding its golden jubilee. Next month there is to be a concert also. Did you go to the picture, ‘‘The Little Colonel”? It is well worth seeing. Well, Wendy, bed-time again, so goodnight. “PARADISE PIGEON,” C.W.K., Silverhope. Dear, or dear, what a surprise, dear. [ thought you had .forgotten your way to our Hut. How lovely to have your loyalty. The time has flown, indeed. What a great occasion the jubilee will be for the Silverhope School. The picture was splendid.—Wendy. “BEETLE BILLY” LOOKS FORWARD TO HAPPY TIME AHEAD.” Dear Wendy,—l have not written to you for a long time. The sparrows are Carrying straw to build nests. I found a bird’s nest with three young blackbirds in it. Have you seen any butterflies yet? There are a few here. 'When the school breaks up we shall have a Christmas tree, Father Christmas, toys and ice-creams. I must close now. Love. From. “BEETLE BILLY,” Taihape. I was just wondering whatever could ha\;e become of you, dear. The birds are as busy as the bees, are they not? Lhope you Jid not rob the.birds’ nest. I haven’t seen any butterflies, for weeks. I think it must be the cold , weather that has reduced their numbers. Oh, but how wonderful to have the Christmas tree.—Wendy.