JUNIOR S.P.C.A. LEAGUE

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 264, 6 November 1937, Page 12

JUNIOR S.P.C.A. LEAGUE

£5O STREET COLLECTION DAY!

The society had a very profitable day on Wednesday, October 27, when we held our street collection day. 'The total was over £5O! Isn’t that splendid? Many collectors brought their dogs to help and they seem to understand that Key were trying to collect money for their friends, to judge by their wagging tails and patient waiting while people walked ceaselessly up and down and the traffic rusheu by. Some junior members helped to collect, too. In the country Irom which I come there are no opposums, except of course in the zoos. The other day I saw one for the first time. Perhaps if one keeps them as pets and gets to know them well, one would become very fond of them. But I did not

“I SEE A LOT OF THE ITES ARE WAKING UP,” SAYS "UNLUCKY LOVE”

Dear Wendy,—Well, I can see a lot of the Ites are waking up now. They told me the other day that the “Big Sister" came a crash and hurt her linger and her other “Big Sister's" light went out and she came to grief, too. I can sei that the roads out at Pukeroa must be too rough for cycles. “Cuddle's Chum,” you will have to get a cycle, too. Well, “Hairy Goat,” it is time you ate all the grass around your house. By joves, “Cuddles,” you can run. "Tomtit” and “Fantail,” it is about time you put your hand at the end of a pen or pencil. "Sailor's Sweetheart,” they tell me you can ride a horse; is it true? The weather is really splendid, isn’t it? I have not been for a swim in the baths yet and I think it is time 1 went. Is it true that one of he

“Big Sisters” has a cycle for her birthday? You will be able to fly along now. I thought I saw your cycle in here a few days ago being fixed up. Well, as I think I have used quite enough space in this page I had better go. Love.—From “UNLUCKY LOVE,” Hunterville.

Yes, it is lovely to have so many of our Hunterville Ites trooping back to our clan. What games of makebelieve there are played, too.— Wendy.

‘MR. ’FLU GERM ORDERED ME TO BED,” SAYS “STELLA.”

Dearest Wendy, Rat-a-tat-tat! May I enter again into the merry Land of Make-believe after such a long absence? Well, Wendy, I suppose you have forgotten your old Ite, “Stella.” Have you? Now, I must give a good excuse for not having written before this. Well, I Jell oft' a bicycle a few days back and skinned my hands, so I couldn’t do much. Then after that I saw Mr. 'Flu Germ and lie gave me a bad cold and told me to go to bed. Bad egg, isn't he? I must have a few words with our Gossipville Ites. "Cuadle's Chum,” old pal, hurry along with your letter, won’t you? "Poultry Maid,” I believe you have a new admirer, his initials being “T.F.” “Our Little Boy,” are you still interested in parties? Can you remember seeing a girl in town and carrying her luggage for her? Now, “Laughing Lizzy,” don't you get jealous, will you? You didn’t have any idea that I was hiding on that dark corner, did you?

"Veiled Princess,” can't you possibly persuade “Tottie” and “Jolly Waratah” to come back to our happy little clan. What has happened to you, “Kelly the Great”? Did you get knocked out after our big day’s shopping the other day? Now, “Onga Lap,” last on the list again. Did you get over the sleeping sickness and how is your sister? “E.A.K.,” hurry with your letter, old dear. Must say au revoir. Love to all the Ites and yourself, Wendy. I am, your trueblue Ite, “STELLA,” Hunterville. Oh, welcome to our ranks again, my dear. I wondered whatever could have become of you. I had thought of sending our Sir Richard Elf after you. So it was that scamp Mr. ’Flu Germ who had you in his clutches. I hope the injury you sustained to your hands is now healed. How sore your hands must have been.—Wendy.

like this one very much. His coat was lovely but his funny little poppy eyes, erect cars and pointed pniK nose, and curious claw-iect were all such an unusual combination that 1 could not quite forget that he might be a rat particularly when he ran round the floor and I was nervous lest he should decide to run up my legs. The tail is particularly unusual and I definitely did not like the very tip, cold and clammy and rather like a furry caterpillar to feel it curling round one’s linger. We gave him a lump of sugar and he held it in one claw, nibbling it just like a squirrel with a nut! 1 was asked on what to feed him, but I really did not know at

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Have any of you an opposum? If so, I should be so glad if you would write and tell me on what you feed him, so I can- pass the news on. A cattle dog was run over in the Avenue the other day but when the inspector reached the spat, the dog had vanished. A junior member brought a dog round to me asking if I knew anything about it. He was a beautiful looking dog and seemed very friendly. But he was quite lame and so I rang up the inspector and he was going to see the dog, as he thought it would be the same dog that had been run over. The junior member said she would like to keep the dog, if no one claimed him. So an animal, homeless through no fault of his own it being kindly treated and cared for, and another good deed is done. NEW MEMBERS MARGARET TRANSOM. JUNE LAWRENCE.