"A ‘To-Do’ In Jolly Land Of Let’s Pretend.”

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 194, 15 August 1936, Page 12

"A ‘To-Do’ In Jolly Land Of Let’s Pretend.”

( Specially written for Tinies by ♦•Madcap.” ) (Continued from Last Saturday) ‘Continued from last Saturday.) “ 'Old Maid’ and "Big Brother’ can do most of the cooking. ‘Big Brother’ manages sponges beautifully. Now we will just go along to ‘Just Blue Danube’s’ blue and yellow room and get a delicious cup of tea made from a ‘Surprise Packet’ ‘Orient’ brought back from China with him. I just know how lovely it will be and then we can all welcome ‘Orient’ back to Make-believe. Do hurry folk. I’m all impatience, for I can see ‘Wayback Liz’ and dear ‘Old Gran’ waiting for us. Isn’t this blue and yellow room delightful, especially when the windows ars wide open and a soft, fresh Wind’ drifts in bringing the scents of ‘Wood Violets’ and ‘Daphne-’ It makes one think of ‘Blue Heaven,’ 'Golden Sunshine’ and a world of flowers. Just look at that ‘Antique’ bronze vase full of ‘Flame Flowers’ against those exquisite blue curtains, and that blue bowl of ‘lceland Poppies’ on that brown polished table; bowls of ‘Primroses,’ too, and ‘Marigolds’ just everywhere. Goodness, gracious, can that really be ‘Patti Corelli’ over there talking to ‘Big Brother’s Pal’ ? He is almost ‘A Stranger,’ but it is lovely to have him back. It is to be hoped he doesn’t develop ‘Wanderlust’ again for some lime to come. It is a mystery where 1 hese Ites get to at times and‘Another Mystery’ how they find their way back after getting into places like the Witch’s Cauldron and the place of Broken Resolutions.’ But ‘Oh Me! Oh

My,’ I’ve been so pleased to have had a load taken off my mind by ‘Grandaddy Jim,' and so pleased to meet so many ‘Old Timers’ that I forgot one of my worst worries. So many are clamouring for more space for their letters and really, with our number mounting, I am sore beset to find room for them. ‘Mr. Printerman’ would like to oblige if he could see his way clear to let us have an extra page, but poor dear, he has to run his space to pay—and you know he has, without doubt, been a real darling of a pet when you consider all the columns he has let us have for years and all the types he’s had to set up, and all the printer's ink he has wasted over us. I wonder if any of you can think of a way to settle this difficulty? I am really worried dears?” And Wendy heaved a prodigious sigh and wore a harassed look. "I know,” said the Tittle Debii,’ we’ll tax all those wasting ink like ‘Madcap’ does and we’ll buy extra Saturday ‘Chronicles’ with the money.” “Get another brain wave like that and then try again,” jeered ‘Dady’s Son’. “I know a better way. We'll have a resolution box—like a naughty word box where you have to put a penny in every time you let a wrong word slip out. If everyone had to put a penny in each time a resolution was broken we coflld buy lots and lots of ‘Chronicles’ and make our page a paying proposition, then Mr. Printerman would give us all the paper we wanted.” “A lot of good that would be,” exclaimed ‘Mummy’s Joy.’ "What would we do with a lot of extra copies of the same day’s paper?” “Use your brains,’ cried ‘Sunray Sue.’ “What could we do with them—why send them to some of our clan who just can’t managed to get them for themselves, of course, you ‘Ninny.’ I think that’s a splendid idea,” cried ‘Josephine’ and the ‘Joans.’ ‘‘We’ll start just as soon as we can.”

(To be continued.)