Wendy’s Letter-Box

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 84, Issue 16, 19 January 1940, Page 2

Wendy’s Letter-Box

TRUE BLUE LN ALL THINGS

“TO WISH YOU A HAPPY YEAR 1940 BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE,” SAYS “JULIE \S’ERRY.” Dear Wendy,—Well, Wendy, here I am again, with a short note, to wish you and all the Ites a happy year 1940 before it’s too late. Come on some of you Ohingaiti Ites, I’m still waiting to see a line or two from some of you. The Raetihi, and Mataroa Ites seem lo be making the most appearances lately, don't they, Wendy? Come on, Sailor's “Sweetheart,” I haven’t heard or seen anything of you for ages. How about dropping me a line? You surely know who I am by now. Well, Wendy, as news is scarce I must close. Love. From “JULIE WERRY,” Ohingaiti. Many thanks, dear, for your wishes for the year 1940, which we have just entered upon. It will be lovely when our clan manages to escape from the Land of Silence, won’t it?— Wendy. “LET US THINK, SPEAK AM) PRAY FOR PEACE,” SAYS “WAYBACK LIZ.” Dear Wendy,—With the present unrest in sight and the memory of what the past war cost in lives of our New ; Zealanders, our only help is our ' Heavenly Father. The Christmas message spoke of peace and goodwill on earth. Many have Ityst their 1 faith in a Heavenly Father. When ' God is forgotten chaos reigns. We as a band must strive to keep our faith in God, let old Ites and new set themI selves as a body to turn to the ' Heavenly Father for aid at this time. In Him is our help. When men in- ’ dividually seek His face Peace will ' come and He has promised that He 1 will draw nigh unto us if we only : draw nigh unto Him. There isn’t anyone but wants peace from war. ’ Let us as a band draw nigh and think peace, speak peace and pray lor ' peace. Great things have come from ’ small beginnings and though and prayer together will finally bring about the end of strife. You will be interested to hear news of our “Padre.” Wish the rascal would find his good pen once more. “Padre” had rather a stiff spin last year. He underwent rather a serious operation. He is looking more like his old sell now. His eldest son is in camp at present waiting to leave New Zealand. We send him every good wish that Our Heavenly Father will be with 1 him and bring him safely through. I will close now with every good wish. —From “WAYBACK LIZ,” Letterland. Yes, dear, we must keep the ; thought of peace constantly before us. I am sorry to hear our “Padre” has not been well and I trust he will soon ’ recover from his ill-health. I add my prayer to yours for his son’s safe re- ' turn.—Wendy. What has two hands but no fingers? —A clock. Hostess: “Would vou like some bread and butter, Willie?” I Willie: “Why, I thought this was a party.” Little Dorothy: “There was a ’strange man to see you to-day.” Father: “Did he have a bill?” Dorothy: “No, papa, he just had a plain ordinary nose.”

(Letters to be addressed “WENDY," c/o “Chronicle” Office, Box 105, WangaxxuL)

“RESOLVE.” When I grow up I’m going to be A sergeant-major because he Can order lots of boys about And in a great big voice can shout: “Stand at ease! Now, at-ten-Shun!” (Oh! gosh it will be lots of fun) And then I’ll say “Form fours, dismiss,” “I’ll shout the last with emphasis. On Saturday I’ll march them down And all about our little town, And if they start saluting me, 1 hope mum will be there to see. I hope I’ll soon grow six feet tall, For sergeant-majors are not small; The thing that mostly worries me Is—how old do they have to be? Oh! gosh! It takes so long to grow, The time will never, never go.