There’s Nobody Like Mother!

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 186, 7 August 1937, Page 12

There’s Nobody Like Mother!

FANCY IT BEING AVGUST ALREADY Dear Wendy. —Can you guess who this is? I am so ashamed of myself that I feel I have to hide my face. I suppose you are thinking that you made a great mistake in giving me my “C.S.W.M.” of which I am very proud, but 1 am sure you will forgive me if I tell you all the reasons of my not writing. However, I will just say I couldn’t find time (which is really true) as I am sure you don’t wish to receive a letter full of excuses and laments, do you, Wendy dear? Don't you think the teachers of Tech, are rather fond of piling homework on to pupils? I am afraid I am rather inclined to think that way. As mother has not been to good lately, I had to stay away from Tech, for live weeks and mind the shop, look after general affairs etc., and I was up to my eyes in work, too. Thank goodness she is better now though, so that is the main thing, as I am sure “there is nobody like mother.’’ By the way, Wendy, there are two excuses now, in the last two paragraphs. Did you notice that? Of course I didn’t intend them to be excuses though. At the Sunday School where I teach t the pupils are giving a concert on Friday night, so I am hoping it will be a great success. I think the Weather Clerk deserves a pat on the back as we had a glorious day to-day for the first day of spring, and I am sure we will have a lovely summer this time to make up for last time. I haven’t seen the “Jay’’ for a while now. Is it because I never had any ginger for you last time “Jay”? By the way, in case you are wondering what I am talking about Wendy, well in the winter evenings “Jay” used to come in, when passing our place, for some ginger to eat, as it was too cold and dark to go hunting for worms to eat, wasn’t it “Jay”? Fancy it being August already. It

I “MUMMY'S LITTLE HOUSEMAID” j SPRINGS HAPPY SURPRISE RETURN Dear Wendy.—Here I am again. It is a long time since I wrote last. I went to Stratford during the July holidays. On our way to Wanganui we saw Mt. Egmont very plain but when we were up at Stratford we could not see it at all. I have a bantam called Mary. It perches up in the tree at night. My sister and I often get on the tree and have a swing. We used to take the bantams up with us and put them to bed. At the top place we had an old hen called ••Mother Machree.” We used to get a box with some straw and put her in it, we did not let her get off the nest until she had laid an egg. If we were not about she would go on the nest herself. She would feed out of our hand, too. I must say good-bye for now. Love —From “MUMMY’S LITTLE HOUSEMAID,” Mangamahu. So pleased you have popped in, dear. I began to wonder how you fared of late. What a lovely time you spent while on your holidays., What pets your bantams must be. Oh! poor old “Mother Machree!” —| Wendy.

doesn’t seem so long since we had Xmas and it will be with us once again before we know where we are. Time flies, doesn’t it? I believe that is what the old man said, too, when his wife threw the clock at his head. Well Wendy, it feels as though it is bedtime as I can hardly keep my eyes open any longer, and now I have shown myself, I think all the other truants should follow my example too, for once. Come on everybody! Cheerio for now, Wendy. Love to yourself and all the Ites —“LOVER OF FLOWERS,” Wendy Dell. I am more delighted than I can tell, dear, to hear that mother is now quite better. It is so wretched to be ill, isn’t it, and I regard you as a real brick to care for her so. What a tower of strength you must be to her. I hope the concert is a great success. What can have happened to the “Jay” I wonder? How quickly the time does pass by to be sure. —Wendy.

LONG-LOST “HINEMOA” SPIES FINEST LAMBS OF SEASON “Spring on the Way—Fresh Green Grass Will Soon Appear,” says our Ite. Dear Wendy—Well, I think it is time I wrote as it is many months since I did. Hasn’t the weather been awful lately? I think it is about time we had some warm weather. “Golden Glimmer,” in your last letter you ask where I have been hiding. I don t know what makes you say that because every time I am out I have seen you. I see you every Saturday night in town and very often througn '.the week. There is always plenty of work to be done in the daytime and one hasn’t time to be about much. “Kelly the Great,” you puzzled me at first as to your identity, but you have given yourself away completely in your last two or three letters. “Onga Lap” and you seem to be very | good pals at the present time. 1 think “Onga Lap” visits you quite frequently. Did you enjoy your holiday up north “Laughing Lizzie?” “Dreaming” what a wondenul surprise you gave us last week. I thought you had deserted us for ever. “Kelly the Great,” do you remember some time back you and I went to a dance together. “Onga Lap” was also there. Are you going to the dance on Friday night, “Kelly the Great?” Don’t lose the heel off your shoe coming down the road this time, will you.' Haven’t the frosts been numerous this season, Wendy. I think it is the coldest winter we have had for some years. The , paddocks are very bare just now. I This applies also to the hills. I | suppose now that springtime is on the way that the resh green grass will soon appear. I saw some dear wee lambs the other day. Very early for them, isn’t it, Wendy? Well, I shall have to ring off now as it is lime to go. Cheerio until next time. With love and best wishes. From your longlost Ite “HINEMOA,” M.W.L. Hunterville. Oh, goodness! “Golden Glimmer” was only talking of you and now here you are! I am so pleased dear. How funny! so “Kelly the Great” has revealed the identity of the Make-be-lieve character. The winter seems to be over now and it is simply marvellous to think spring is on the way. How early the lambs are. Do write, again soon, won’t you?—Wendy.

NOTICE BOARD • “Lavender Lady,” asks for a penpal. Who will correspond, please? One aged about 12-14.

“OH WHAT JOY TO THINK KING WINTER HAS ALMOST GONE,” EXCLAIMS “GOLDEN GLIMMER.” Dear Wendy,—Here I am again to make a few more of the Hunterville Ites wonder who I am. I see in last week’s paper where quite a number of Hunterville Ites had written and oh! “Veiled Princess” am I such a mystery? I know you quit£ well, dear. In fact I went to school with you, so come on, think again. Well, we almost have spring with us once again, and oh! what joy to think that King Winter has nearly gone and soon almost before we realise, summer will be here again. Come on, ‘Hinemoa,” I can't understand you, you never lift a pen to the Hut and I never see you about. Do pop in again. Well, I have had the children home from school for a week, but thank goodness it was only a week. They are such a trial in a house, especially if it is wet. Well, I must away for this week as it is getting near tea-time and I must get my little ones washed and ready for bed. Cheerio, Wendy, and Ites. Lots of love until next week. From “GOLDEN GLIMMER,” Hunterville. Yes, what great fun to be a mystery. I hope you will be able to evade discovery for some time. It is grand to think that old King Winter must soon leave us. Oh, for those sunny summer days!—Wendy. “What is the difference between a spendthrift and a feather bed?” “One is hard up and the other is soft down!” Why are laundrymen the most forgiving people? Because the more cuffs you offer them, the more they will do for yoti.