In Memory Of The Sailor King.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 264, 7 November 1936, Page 12

In Memory Of The Sailor King.

IDear Wendy,—With the Wendy Hui so snowed in with new lct, Lers 1 .hardly dare ask lor admission, but still “I’m no laggard at love and no dastard at war, so i'll ride in oa my mil Ky-white steed ant no, Vvendy, you neca not hide behind your uesK, and you will not need to use that book as a weapon. I’m quite harmless, really. To descend Iroiii Lie ridiculous to the sublime, do you think you could lind a suitable corn* r of the Hut in which 1 might slow myself? I’ll promise to try and be good but, of course, 1 might nrcak out o< casionally you know. I’ll have to the ; up to my pen-name V\ ith sucn a., overwhelming nuinoer <»• now mem bers jo mug inc Hut the old meml)c’> ' arc pushed n«o a far corn.'. - aren't thc\ i Jt is so <nt icing, ’h High, v atching (he ranks oi lhe it it <*:•; i increasing. “Rainbow Fmy,” “CapI tain" and "Flirting Lima <clu e i I i following up the Inu pages w.’in much I interest, these last few weeks. Um 'sure “Rainbow Fairy” would have i ! loved to have won the neiutitul doll that was offered as the girls’ pi-ze. | ' but unfortunately for her her twelfth I birthday has been and gone. I noticed | “Flirting Flora” chuckling with glee | j over some extra original pen-name I i which appeared lately. Of cou’ se, , ’ “Hylocephalous” regards all simple: names with scorn, but then she’s keen on ghosts, f /h. I’ve rambled far 1 enough, Wenuy, so I’ll spring to my ! stirrup and away.—“YOUNG LOCKNIVAR II,” Ohakune Junction. Welcome to the Wendy Hut, my 1 dear. I am sure all our ’Kune June- 1 lion Ites will be excited about your I entry into our ranks. The pen-name you have asked for is in use. but. I j I have given you it with an addition. Wendy.

“DADDY'S IRISH PEGGY” 1 SUPPLIES TWO RIDDLES TO GUESS. Dear Wendy.—l hope you and your Ites are all well. I will give you two riddles to answer and here they are:— When is an idea like a clock? Why is the alphabet like a clever boy ? I hope you can answer these two, but. I’ll put the answers at the bottom of my letter. I went to see "Little Lord Fauntleroy” and the first portion of the picture was the best of all. I am very sorry for not writing before this as I sat and played games with mother and sometimes I win some, but usually mol her beats me at draughtts. I hope Mr. ’Flu Germ has not visited you. He gave m» a bad cold, but it is about better. Love. —From "DADDY’S IRISH PEGGY,” Ohingaiti. Answers: - When it strikes one. Because they both have a y z (wise head). Many thanks for the riddles, dear. I hope you attended the ball for they are always such jolly affairs, aren’t they? Draughts is a splendid game because it requires much skill and concentration. No, old Mr. ’Flu Germ hasn't attacked me, I'm pleased to say. I hope your cold is now bettor. Wendy.

, “(iREEN EL! ITE” PAYS A SURPRISE ( ALL AT LAM) OF | LETTERS I Dear Wendy,—Rat! Tat! May I come in? I know you do not know who I am. but. you will later. How is the weather in Wanganui? Howdo you like spring with Ihe (lovers and also the lambs running about? I will have to close now. Cheerio, Wendy, and to all lies.- I remain, yours truly, “GREEN ELFITE,” Ohutu. The weather, dear, has been rather changeable, but. soon we may exped some really sunny days. The flowers and green countryside are a wonderful change from the dreary winter months indeed.— Wendy. “TOM MIX lll’’ LOOKS FORW ARD TO XMAS HOLIDAYS Dear Wendy, I am sorry I forgot to tell you the date of my birth, i‘ is December 5 and I am eleven next birthday. Thank you for letting me join the Wendy Hui. We are nowback at school and we are looking forward to the Christmas holidays. Best love.- From “TOM MIX III,” Owhoaka. Many thanks for the particular I I asked you for. Yes. I expect Chr: Ij mas and all its good cheer cannot arrive too soon. -Wendy.

1 * “I AM NOT SITEKSTITIOIS,” SAYS “LAUGHING WATERLADY’S SWEETH EA R T.“ Dear Wendy,—Since I wrote last 1 have been in your city twice. I like it I think better than Palmerston; it is not so bare, and, of course, all proper cues should have .trams; don’t you agree with me, Wendy? We have had some lovely spring weather lately. I thought it might slay hut Mr. Weather Clerk always turns lhe corner when you least expect him toT It was raining cats and dogs this morning and blowing. too. The snring flowers look lovely now; so did the wattle trees when in bloom. I am not superstitious and always have it in my room. So far. had hick has not come my way. Not long ago, I road “Pal of Silver Bush." by N. M. Montgomery. Her latest book. “Mistress Pat,” I hope tn get soon. T have road practically all of her hooks and like them very much! There is something indescribable about her work that makes you remember it. Well. Wendy. T must not take tin too much space.—From your pessimistic Ito. “LAUGHING WATER!. \DY’S SWEETHEART,” W-ndydell. I agree with you that lhe trams <1 decided advantage to any city when town-nlannmg has been considered in the arrangement of its thoroughfares. I have never considered the glorious eolden wattle bloom to be unlucky.Wendy,

“—AND THERE BE DOOMED TO WIIETE, READ AND ANSWER LETiERS FOREVER AND FOR AYE,” SAYS “MADCAP.” Dear Wendy. You poor, unfort uffl® ate darling. My heart is just one big ache for you sweltering under a never-ending avalanche of letters. My head gets in a whirl at the mere sight oi’ the Ites rolling in and I get heart failure In a bad form as each Saturday's “Chronicle” comes to hand. I think that Fairy Queen an<l Sir Ernest or whoever was responsible for thinking up the "N.M.C.” should be given into the old YVitche’s clutches and hauled off to the Land of Xever-Xe\er and there be doomed to wrUe, read and answer letters forever and for aye. But then, poor dears, I expect Ihe% are more to be pitied than blamed, for I don't suppose Ihov even dreamed things would turn out like they did. I know I didn’t. Tho c zealous workers in its cause deserve d'stinf.vished merit medals or something for they all must have worked like Tro.ians or whatever il is that works as nothing else does. hut. oh dear, oh dear! What a pile of extra work they packed on to you. Usually I am regretting 1 am ! not the much admired and [ wholly beloved Wendy, but as I scan the page each week I am 1 thanking my lucky stars I’m not. T can imagine myself flying to goodness knows where the Witch's Don most like or down the dark and weird passages among the “Brush and Pan Imps." Any old place, in fact, that would frighten everybody else if I thought there was the slightest chance of being called upon to fill | your role. Tell “Grandaddy Jim’’ ho I is a flear and I like his stories over |so much and find them wonderfully interesting. I'm learning quite a lot II didn’t know before. Give “Sail on Sunshine’’ a cheerio for mo and send i him mv nicest kiss. Now. I’m off before “Grandaddy Jim” lakes off that , slinuer of his. T>ove to all.—Front | “MADCAP," C.S.WM., Lottorland. No, dear, 1 doubt mo if there was a single soul who dreamed that our [N.M.C. competition w-ould turn out lo |be the tremendous success it was. I will admit, too, that the checking up of al. tho-e neti-n-<mes gave me many extra wrinkles to my brow, but now that it is all over I wi-h another epidemic of N.M's, would arrive. Your acknowledgement to “Grandaddy Jim" will please him, 1 know, but. you’d ] better run! Wendy.