MRS. HICKSON IS APPOINTED DELEGATE

White Ribbon, Volume 19, Issue 9, 1 October 1947, Page 7

MRS. HICKSON IS APPOINTED DELEGATE

My Dear Winnie. — You’ll have to excuse me if this is a short letter. What with the rain coming down in deluges every halt hour or so and my washing being out on the line four solid days, you can see 1 won’t have much time at the end of the week for letters. Sick of it, I am really. Here’s September, and the jK>st office telling us we must hurry with our English parcels, and Christmas will be here before we can turn round, and the weather’s like the middle of winter. I suppose there’s nothing we can do about it but let it go on doing as it likes, but all the same, I'd like some warm days now.

Well, you’ll be surprised to bear that Pm going to be the delegate for our District Convention. They asked me to go, but I said no, I couldn’t think of it, because who’d get John's dinner for him, and so on. Well then our I’resident said how we ought to have a delegate or we had no vote about who would be the district officers. Not that that matteied much anyhow, because they’ve been the same for years and years. Still one never knows, and anyway, I didn’t like to think we hadn’t a chance to vote just as much as any other Branfli. I thought John got a good dinner every day in the year, and l>erhaps be wouldn’t mind if he bad to get his own for a day or two. He can always manage if he likes. So at last I said I’d see what I could do about it and I’d let them know. And when I asked John, he gave that great laugh of his and said I was going in for being a real modern woman, having two Conventions in one year. And he said I wasn’t to think he couldn’t feed himself without me to fix everything. So I’m going. I’ll tell you more about it next letter.

Clothes are a bother, though, when you can’t tell if it’s going to be as hot as summer or as cold as the middle of winter. I don’t like between the seasons. Summer clothes look miserable and one’s sick to death of winter ones. Yes, I am a bit grousy today—touch of liver, T expect. Ta ta. Yours affectionately, MEG.