Kiwi’s Mailbag

Dominion, Volume 34, Issue 197, 17 May 1941, Page 16

Kiwi’s Mailbag

Dancing Fairy, Levin: No wonder Pat enjoyed herself. I suppose you used your own green meadows for the holiday setting. We still have the coloured picture of t-heni that you sent. It must have been exciting when the horses galloped past, and I can imagine the cheers that greeted them. Sapper. IVaiouru: "Will you walk a lit-

tie faster said the whiting to the snail. . .” Happy Hal, Kketnlmna: Hurrah You will find the paragraph and the picture in next week's Page. Scouting is great fun and you must, lie longing to strut about in the new uniform. You had a really enviable day in the hills. Harry, despite the disappearance of the doer!

Dad’s Caliber, Carterton: And wouldn’t you have a time of it! Clanking linotypes and oueer smells, layers of “type” and lots of people in black aprons. Another bitter grudge against I lie war is that it lias deprived us of our wharf walks. Is it a very ancient cactus? Strange how such jrriiiiy o)d plants can have such beautiful blooms. Smiler. Carterton: Your word description and Rex’s vivid sketching gave me a grandstand seat. too. A lusty soldier arrived just after your letter, and agreed that you muflt have heard his squeaky boots a« he scrunched past. It must be an entirely different Cyril who emerges from the tub'

A Kingfisher. Wellington: Welcome to rhe League. Rae. If Kiwi doefl not re eeive your letters before Wednesday. tho.\ will not catch h<*» till the following week. That is wh.\ von missed las’ week's mailbag b blue your favouriti colour? (For king fishers are noted fo» their sapphire plum ) go.) Songster, Lower Hutt: Your ••fforts have not quite man aged to "make lhe grade*' just y«‘t Marjorie*. but you never know when a mint is just around the corner. That is correct, f’sually. all Utters arriving after Wed nesday are ("• into I’.nt th. Pag' nap period 'o he » fliind hanfl ilia’ we.*i. \mi well il itiighi hi•lamhint- 'inn- Hav< ||ower> ■i.*»-pin2 through the ‘lorists

Happy Maid. Marton: The hard-working twins would have found their way into Mother’s Page if they had arrived a little earlier. Are you a fully-fledged guide by now? (Don’t forget to tell me about the winding brook and the unexpected waterfalls sometime.) Silver Slipper. Picton: The poem was not quite as appealing as it should have been. ... It must be because of the bumpy metre in the second verse. I missed the exciting forty thousand, but now I shall watch for its “return season.’’ As soon as the animals have had their say “Down past the meadow’’ will put in an appearance.

Mary Todd, Levin: Hello, Mary! I wondered* what was inside the string-boiind paper. . . . and then discovered your tiny letter. I wonder what it was all about. You must have a lovely time with that coloured pencil of yours! Field Mouse. .Masterton: You missed the mailbag, too, June. The sodden sheep’s wool struck a new observation note. Not only do I enjoy driving in the rain. . . . though it is the most comfortable method. . . . but walking has its compensations, too. “A lovely hoard, the soft refrain, upon a rooftop, in the rain.” And now I must shut the window, for I do believe it’s started again, and drops-on-the-paper are not appreciated in Junior Room!