‘QUICK, HOLD MY HAND, I’M LIKE TO DIE OF JOY,” EXCLAIMS “MADCAP.”

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 300, 18 December 1937, Page 12

‘QUICK, HOLD MY HAND, I’M LIKE TO DIE OF JOY,” EXCLAIMS “MADCAP.”

wear Wendy.—And what is this 1 <ec. Is it really, can it be our charming “Madame X” at last? Goodness gracious, what a surprise, and a pleasant one, too. Here “Grandaddy Jim’’ or “Sir Richard Elf” or someone quick hold my hand and hold it tight too because I’m like to die of joy. “Madame X,” I thought you had gone forever and I am ever so gla<l I thought wrong. I do hope you’ll happen along again soon though, I just know how busy you must be. It’s generally "washing washing” all the day and when it isn’t that it’s ironing, sewing, or feeding, and 1 don't know which is worst. Anyway try and find a moment to visit the Hut. We missed you sorely and our page was mucn the poorer. "Peter Pan IL” I like! your “New Moon” ever so much. 1 still look for “bits” from your pen, and I am pleased you are still carrying on. Good luck attend you always in the future. And soon it will be Xmas. Goodness, how the time flies. A whole year gone and nothing much to show for it. Dear, oh dear. I do wish old Father Time would go to sleep or stand still for awhile. He is worse than any brook worse even than me, for I am still now and again when I get the chance and I'd be still much longer, too, if I were not in such demand, though I’ll admit here and now that popularity has nothing at all to do with it. Still what can’t be cured must be endured, so what’s the use of repining.

But I had meant to do so much and have done so little wasting ink excepted. I wonder how far this deluge has reached to. Are you still able to keep from going under, Wendy? Wouldn’t it be great if I could pour in a black swirl over a lot of our missing Ites and make them find themselves in a hurry or perish? Not that I want to drbwn any of them, but I’d like to give them the fright of their lives, even if I received one myself at the same time. But there! Perhaps they are ruled by a tyrant like I am myself, only worse, though 1 have grave doubts if that could be possible. When I sit down to scribble for any length of time I have to be stone deaf and blind as well, and that doesn’t always answer. Alas there comes a time when I can dally with the pen no longer and one of those times has arrived. I must leave you. Wendy, sadly though it be and away to a multitude of duties. But ere I go let me wish one and all in our happy land or Make-believe a very Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year. Specially do I wish this for “Sail on Sunshine” and a “Grateful Heart.” My love to you two dears and may Xmas time be Xmas time to you at its best. Cheerio, dear everybody, love to all and may Santa Claus fill your stockings right up to the brim and “Grandaddy Jim’s” to overflowing.—"MADCAP,” C.S.W.M.

“IT’S NOTHING BUT AN IMP OF OULD IRELAND IT IS AN’ ALL,” SAYS “SCRIBO.”

Dear Wendy,—Whist ve now m’ dear and don't you be saying one word of amazenment for I've just stolen half a shake from Quid Fayther Toime to pop in to the Hut to welcome our new member, the Irish Imp. “Madcap's Imp” indade! It’s nothing but an imp of Ould Ireland it is an’ all.

I can tell by the waggin’ tongue of it and you can tell it from me that I'm still lukin fer it all up and down the busy street. Never moind, I’ll find it some day and when I do—l "All right, all right, I’m cornin’!” Confound these big businesses, they won’t let me alone nohow. If I can dodge 'em among the trams some time soon, I'll maybe pop in for a slice of the Hut’s Xmas duff—that is if someone will guarantee me a "tray-bit” out of it. Cheerio—"SCßlßO,” Letterland. 'Pon my soul, then, if I am not permitted amazement, may I be surprised? Or shall I say delighted, for that I am to have your merry screed this Letterland Day. Poor “Madcap”! It seems that •■lmps" attach themselves to her now. Did you notice the promise to be worse, too. if not allowed to be “impish”? I’ll have Sir Richard carve oft your “tray-bit" of our Hut’s Xmas cake at this moment for it’s just arrived from the oven. I’d better reserve a small helping for our “Wee Pet,” also methinks. All my warmest wishes for the happiest Xmas and New Year ever.—Wendy.