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Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 98, 19 January 1935, Page 23

Top o’ the Year to You All,— Here’s Inkling smiling away as hard as he can go —“Top o’ thc year,” he says, “how silly.” Inkling is feeling very superior nowadays—holidays always make him feel like that—they do me, too, a bit; up in the air and bouncy. Anyway,. tt is the top of thc year—must be, because thc days are slipping azvay so quickly and things can’t slip upwards, can they? I feel terribly guilty. Because of the sun and thc sea that I knew zvere tangling themselves up with my holiday, I set off armed with dark glasses, . coconut oil, enormous hats, sunshades and goodness knows what else, and I didn t use one of them. After I had read Cousin Lindy’s big long letter all about BEING CAREFUL (I should'have written just exactly the-same things to you—and- meant them) I set off for thc beach firmly wearing wide hat and glasses, carrying my coco-' nut oil and my sunshade. I smiled at people I knew. They only stared.; I bought an ice cream from the man who always gave me extra big measure—my ice was only thc usual size. Unhappy me. With a reckless jerk I tore off sun hat and glasses, washed off my coconut oil and presented myself gratefully to a once more smiling world. And nozv I’m brown as a berry—and I like it. Freckly, and I like that, and very sore on thc shoulders, and I like that, too, because nozv I knozv that I have really been for a holiday, and I can t forget it. Most of thc time I have been riding over thc hills, along the beaches, following the clouds, thc birds, thc sunlight. Every moment has been young and lovely, and filled with that most potent drug—joy. Seems to me that lam talking far too much. I zvill let your letters chat to me instead nozv—so, this time I zvon’t say “Good-bye,” but “Hallo, for another year!” and here is the best of luck to our 1935 Junior League—From KIWI.