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OUR RING TO-NIGHT

"Sunlight," Roseneath.—Well, that's a comfy place to do it, au.vUow, so why not? Benjamin Burs will have hi Bud his way in somehow sometime. "The- Puzzler" Miramar.—Yes. they did, in nur steelmakers lo try. Valeric Ward. Evans Bay.—How dear they all must Ih\ and how i|u;>int to wati-li tin- Dad.ly Khooiup his grown-up children away from his HTO-. babies . . . it's a very large responsibility for two small parents, surely! Dorothy Lambert, Northland.—That's the Queerest of queer dreams, small one . . V it wasn't ever true, was it? On tell. , "Hilary," Northland.—l just might- you never -Itnmv! - But that will be a whole, ion" year and years do curious things. I'd love" to s?c '.111111 and Dimity Ray, and we're ever so -lad you've found us again! Pixie-Hiosin, Karori.—That's surely just the name for you, then! It must be fun to bo a leader and work out all sorts of tun for your band! . . ,

Joan/Dean. Karori.—Of course.-and l'at anil they'think they'd like to!," Tell us 111" 1 about your three small selves. Irene. Thornley, Lyall Bay.—But 1 wouldn't discourage, not ever, Irene! Truly, how did 1? I'm frightened now to say anything at all. atout Betty . . . what shall I do? "Bunny. Huflb," Lower Hurt.—That was the best ot all - the presents for every one of you, I.think,, eh? Vera:Cornish, Newtown.—You certainly have . . . don't you hope you'll never never never he a householder! Do you ever learn our King bits?.. . Edward Boosio. Seatoun.—Truly, lias she? Hut what run! Some day you'll go and"see" the places, too, that are made wonderful by the wondcrftilness of people, won't you That was a little left-over bit. Merlo AlacNoe. Lyall Bay.—That's a lot less than we would like to hear from you all the same young Nine-years. ... Valda Hoffcins. Brooklyn.—Xo, I haven't ever !>!it it sounds jolly,, especially if one's Daddy docs it well. June Lankshear. Karori.—But what fun to have >o\i back again from those long-time places ■that have kent you away! Who were "we" when wo wept ciimbinj trees and playinc all

the things with weeds and toadstools? Can you Kivo our love to the diphtheria one. If we all wish tor better she'll be oiit again In no time. L ■ . "Lady Rowcha." Wollington.—Some of us have made several, sorted our pictures out you know into best, good, and not-quite-so-goods. May the_Twenty-flrst is our birthday night, but the Saturday happens on tho eighteenth. That tramp was nearly dangerous then, was

lona M'?Jee, Lyall Bay.—.More, please, next time. . . May we? "Miss Chief," Patone.—That's just what t!io cold does to mo sometimes, so town must bo just as bad. The sprawling one and tlio little tender kitten sound too dear for names' to bo found in a hurry. . . I'll,think and think, by next time, if the small brother hasn't done it already. "Rod Alf," Wellington.—That's- a clever way of maiang a most exciting name'out of your own ... and it sounds so splendidly fearful, doesn't it? Isn't there anything Vlso anywhere '(hat could b o like Nl-german to

•Winnie, tho Pooh." Roscncath.—Thanks for ots and lots of things. Wouldn't it . . just Mr^Coogan"' "# "' ra"lCr f"n t0 wrlto t0 "Silver Star," Ncwtown.—And what -ibout n youug woman. Silver Star . doesn't shn what-1s sho like? No.no.no I hitwi "tt'^r^^^-f^^^ "Rosemarle," Berhampore. Thov liavo i curl of spring Bowers, haven't Iliey? I truly "Pixie." Silverstrcaml— Tes, little in children t\wf bald.Tio.ads, don't you? "*J rs- -Tittjemouse," Newtown.— So in the on,i He;lonely grave had all the thnu-tam Vva-<™ it* "v ; .Was ratller wonderful. much the Ibest ones! Will they rnSJJ ,i-«° J-punoxt time? J conl° "'"> "Chatterbox," Miramar.—Komctimcs it i* hi, Hiat . . . but when it liai>ncns tfnriho.friends they are the very licsr ever' IMdn'? your dog bo chivalrous eve (he ,"• When do they race to ... how far? Cr° "^ b«nK Bo?« y d onel^ '- " yon re the nicest of ,„« People '. and thSk "Fairy Twinklelocs." Brooklyn.— II U sounds a quaint chap . . . "fat as four killcni'vitii his maker t.ho very first time * " =>wcci"Pixie " Silverstroam.— But do you know nr did you guess . . „tha t they would arrive on my very birthday morniii"'' And thov

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Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 102, 4 May 1929, Page 18

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OUR RING TO-NIGHT Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 102, 4 May 1929, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 102, 4 May 1929, Page 18