Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 1, No. 21 October 5, 1938
Girlish Gossip
Girlish Gossip.
I heard of a new way to set your perm. You Just comb sugar and water through, and there you are. It stays put for ages. I've got the sweeteest little kiss curls all round my face—and Archie kissed every one on Saturday night. Archie is funny, isn't he? He talks all the time about the poor German people and Herr Chamberlain and Signor Hitler and Mr. Mussolini—perhaps that is a bit mixed up, but it's all the same, anyway.
I was running through the Common Room a while ago and I heard two girls say that the basketball people are going to give Max Riske two guineas because he coached their team this year. Max is marvellous. Next year I'm going to give up skating and go to basketball.
I go to music now. I don't mean I learn or anything like that, but they have Recitals on a big gramophone in C2. and when the lights are put out and everyone sprawls across the benches and Mr. Palmer has finished talking and no more people come creeping in late, and the lights are out and the music begins, then I feel all "floaty" inside and I have to sit close to someone. I went to a spiritualist meeting once and it was just the same. Sometimes the library gets like that too, and then I go downstairs and talk to Brookie. I don't think Brookie likes me much. He said the kiss curls are silly. But I'll tell him I've got a Job on "Salient" and then he will like me.
Well, darling, write to me soon and tell me all about the latest fashions and things—and can you get me a recipe for Soft Soap? I'd adore to have one. Nobody seems to know how to make it—but I've heard of lots of men in the elections who use it, so do try and And the recipe.
Yours, full of enthusiasm.
Cherry.
P.S.—I told Brookie about this literary position, and he said: "This is the last number," and went away to click his fingers.—C.