“WIND” CAPTURES ATMOSPHERE OF CITY FOLKS IN UNIQUE MANNER.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 63, 14 March 1936, Page 12

“WIND” CAPTURES ATMOSPHERE OF CITY FOLKS IN UNIQUE MANNER.

Dear Wendy,—Good morning, Wendy, I hope everyone is enjoying the best of health? What a thriding time 1 have spent s'nee I last met you in Letterland. Far and wide 1 roamed locking for something rt*ally interesting, at .:..*l 1 came to a small city, every win'c placards stared me in the fact “ Half Price Sales.” All was hurry and bustle, the shops were a nia.vel of beauty, shimmering satins, >hiaing silks, laces of every dc'Vi“p;ion adorned the counters, a feast fjr the eyes. Everyone seemed to be in excellent spirits, the talk in one large building became a buzzing sound, as thought a hive of bees hadoeen let loose. It is in such places you hear the quee-csl things, and see the funniest sights. Passing two lad es 1 heard one re 'ark, “Oh. Jean; my head is just, spiming round.” How could that be. uv'e-s it was not a fixture? I waited anxiously to see if it would drop off when it stopped turning; but it remained firm on her white neck. “Shake a leg. Jess,” next came to my ears, what fun to see a leg being vigorously shaken in that crowded room, but to my surprise, two young girls [ticked tin parcels, and hurried outside. My attention was then dra.wn to two gentlemen shaking hands and saying, “Gool-day! Good day! “Now, in my opinion, it was anything but that, black clouds and rain beginning to fall, but nothing dampened the ardor of the shoppers for the bargains were far too alluring. Several times quarrels occurred as two women snatched al the same remnant. 1 was ! glad to be merely an onlooker. One I lady was [mshed ami squeezed, until rescued by a friend twice, as large as herself, the way she sailed through the crowd wa> worthy of a gold medal, quite a number of smaller people followed in her wake. She was like a ship cutting its way through heavy seas, rolling slightly when hit by mountainous waves, but never daunted; she marched out of the shop, head held high. In my inner heart I whispered it’s grand to be big, “ sometinies, ” “Stop on it.'' I heard just after the lady's departure, ‘‘stop on what,’” I looked round to see if there was a train on her dress, and as there wasn't, I thought nf mice and spiders, but the women near were neither screaming nor fainting and by this time I was thoroughly mystified. The only thing to explain the puzzle, were two people with great, alacrity trying to get in the queue behind th' 1 rescuer. When a child is noisy it is always t<-l*l to hold its tongue, what a remarkable sight it would be to spp a school-room full of children holding their tongues with their fingers; or perhaps they would be provided with pincers made of wood, 'iippe*l first in boiling water to make them sanitary. A remark passed in a crowded sale, room made me wonder, (“Fancy us breathing th : s air”i. What other air could thev possibly breathe, when they were wedged in by hundreds of eager bargain-hunters? It would be very weird to see all those men and women with ina.sk thing* over their heads, fil’ed with a special brand of oxygen; certainly it would have this advantage, being themselves unrecognised they could outbid their dearest friends for a coveted article, as a nod tn an auctioneer, is all that is required. When taxed with meanness later on, as the sa.il remnant occunies the place of honon r in the con t re of the table the lady could exclaim, “But, my dear! I really didn’t know you in your beautiful blue mask!’’ Departing from the sale were two meiw one was telling th<» other he carried a sack in which he probably had some rnits. but I knew better, he had r “pig”; but why they kept a pig in a furniture salesroom is still a mysterx to me. On my way home in the even ing, I saw in a pretty garden, a young couple each ho'ding a. bucket of watei ami a mug in their hands, from whicli they threw the contents at each other racing round and round the house am’ flower-bed>. Were they quarrelling! oh: surely it cnuldn’t bo a. new kind ol bath, soon they wore wet to the skir and their buckets omptv. Sweet as r boll, out rang a. peal of laughter, joiner by the deep tones of the man. ft. wnf only a. game for honeymooners, but. H you would like Io know of the strung est. bath, f have ever hoard of, if must be a fWt old man in the “middle of <i enp nf ton.’’ I know ladies and gentle men dross for dinner, but I was dumb founded to hear a woman say sht wanted two roosters dressed for dinnoi that evening, so I ppnjiorl through th( kitchen window, ami there was cool busily pulling all their feathers off The remarks of some people are bp. vond my comprehension. Fron “ WIN'D.” Many years ago, that is. when I wa: a wee small girlie, trooping off t( school cai-h day, 1 learned a poem on titled “Wind in a Frolic,’’ portions o which f have never forgotten, and youi excellent letter to-day, dear, remind: me of that poem, though not in a liter ary sense. What a literary frolic yor.i letter is. How delightfullly you hav* caught the atmosphere of the crowd an< with what rare genius you have built your story. Your letter will interest and amuse manv of your clan this day [ know.--Wendy. “GOLDEN BELL” IS BUSILY t PREPARING FOR WINTER DAYS. Dea; Wendy.—Just a few litres hop ing to find you well as it leaves me I 'm sc- r-orry that I have not writter before but vou see, Wendy, I’ve be n very busy making wooily garments fo; the winter, as it. is approaching rapi-1 ly, nsi’t it? but Jack Frost won’ dread it. will he? the scamp! Well Wendy, In-fore 1 close 1 was wonderin; if you wculd like the.*:' riddles for ou page, they are not much, but some o the children may be interested in them W-endv. I will close now.” Love—fron “GOLDEN BELL,” C.W.K., Wan ganui. I am delighted to have your welconr letter, dear, ami I am pleaicd to b able to say that I am in ex’cellcn health, I trust you are also. Hot wise you have been. It is nice to hav lots of warm garments ready for th