GOLDEN HUT MEMORIES

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 139, 13 June 1936, Page 12

GOLDEN HUT MEMORIES

••LAUGHING WATEKLAJY" LIVES THEM OVER AGAIN Dear Wendy.— Well, here I am again. [ am not sick as some Ilfs suppo.-ed, but still alive and kicking. 1 have just been looking over some oiu Hut papers and a sacred little box lull of my special extracts from one papers. I have been reading “Wanderlust's” beautiful little stories. Tuere is something about them that 1 love. She writes right from her h<*ar’.. with a ' strange, unutterable swee’uess What has happened to her, Wendy? We never hear of her now. As 1 turn over the pages eld, ciier.-hed dc'ifhls turn up from the past years. fhev bloom again to me. with a faintlv m -tv odour which urge- me to turn and '.urn their pages until I lriv< iliank in their fragrance. Delight till little p.eces, woven into j". v aiid tear, strike mv eye. • • Wand:: .i l ’< ’ ’ “Bay of Romance’' and 'Stai of Love’ loom up anew. ••Ju--: B.u<- D niibe's'’ letters, with their u:ii<•; words of magic and cii'.diaiit !<• : ‘Madame X’-” “Yes- • • i lasbeen’ stories of j war hold all their old, fascinating ru- ! aianecs. Bin there is one poem 1 especially love. It must be fairly old for jit was down at the bottom of mv box land it is yellowed around the edges. Lt’s title is “The Beautiful Blue Danlube.” It. is nameless, so I treasure it all the more. If you say you have room, Wendy. I. could sen 1 t in to be published again. I thing looking over , old verses or stories is much more enjovable than looking over new things, don’t you? Well. Wendy, I hope you’ll . I excuse mv writing, but I am so taken up with mv old Hut memories that I am writing as quickly as I rti'. so that I can join them soon again Cheerio for now. then, with heap- g! love.— From “LAUGHING WAITRLADY,” - M.W.L., Bulls. I have not heard from our “ Wanderl lust” since she sent me an autographed edition of-her book. “Mended Hearts. L I have often wondered h>w .-he fares. ’ How lovely to keep the gems from our r pages. Yes, send in the poem.—Wendy.