OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 146, 17 December 1927, Page 14

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

I Sorry it's damp. You 11 have to blow the drips off again, I'm afraid, before you sit down. Don't know what to do. Toadstools are rickety with vain, and the goblins say they won't make a single 'nother one till after Now Year's Night, so we'll have to hang on somehow till then. Wouldn't like to be the small elf who left these rain taps running when they get him! Nura Grant, Lyall Bay.—l like it, Xura, but I almost think Dawn's better ... did you truly see that spider-web or did you pretend iti I think Hie Flower Service is the happiest ide» ... do the littlo ill people love them? Max Garvitsch, Masterton.—Of course, you caa write without "doing" anything, Max . . . we always lore even just to hear, so don't think that any more. Awfully clad about the music exam . . . Good for you, and the small brother! Ruth Williams, Manakau.—Did you forzet a middle page in your letter . . . there's ona ivith just the word photograph and your goodbye on it, Ruth. Are you a dark thing, that you went as a Hawaiian? Your name sounds black-haired. Mariorie Jones, Wellington.—Xo, Jtarjorie, it wasn't . . . though when I read that, I wished like anything it had been. It's horrid to sell things you make, until you realise that it's the best way of sharing them ... do you sec? And papers that publish "grownup" verso for their "grown-up" public should always pay for it. I'll think. I like Christmas Day. Valeric Ward, Evans Bay.—l didn't know they would be, Valeric. True? How horrid of them to shut themselves up on the jolliest night of all I School sounds happy for you. Joan and Pat Henry, Lower Hurt.—What a good idea about the Snow Man . . . but where did he hang his presents . . . did he open irp? I'll have to think about the verses littlo ones.

Alan Spencer, Belmont.—Do you think he'd let you pretend to ride him for a photograph Alan? They have to be very black and white and clear to go in a paper. The bees are interesting. Thanks awfully. Harold Martin, Lower Hutt.—Thank you! Harold, and the Happiest One to you! Last day —concert day—is always jolly, isn't it? What a hugo box of silver Did you collect it from everyone you knew, or just save and

Joan Batten. Roseneath.—ls that Grandpa th« Grandpa that's Peggy's Grandpa too? Decks level with the water rather spoil a picnic for me, too.

Sydney Biggs, Lower Him.—Good, Sydney you ye been keeping those eyes of yours open Isn't it astonishing how much more we see?' You've rather said just anything to rhyme m your verso though, haven't you? Frank Rolston, Levin.—A .yellow one Frank . : . how pretty 1 Cats and doss, too aro often jealous like that. Tho dragon fly evidently knew all about them. Joyce Dinnison, Brooklyn.—Has your school a wlreles of its own, Joyce? Tho last week's always rather exciting, isn't it ... college for you next year, and then the WORK

Lan Barber, Wollinoton.—That's dear of you to m?k Sr&mJil.S ri^ AM) printing now, you grown-up person! Joan Bioos, Normandale.— How curious that the numbers should be those on Granny's house Sou'h !YCU Wlto nearly as well as "o does! Dorothy Perkins, Wellington.—Thank you for all your things, Dorothy . . . and I liko the Sr°a mS SpeU D°eSn>t *'*•"««* -und the Eric Spencer, Belmont.—l wish I'd been there lucky one! Have you finished the paintta" book already? That's what I used to do Nola Stanley, Wellington.—That was horrid of the sandflies not to lot you sit in your fern house, but they probably thought it was for tnem, you know? I wonder if they were my stones . . . what river? Jean M'Oueen, Levin—Often we're not goad when we're trying most, Jean. It's not easy. ! But its trying that counts with him You -must have all the sun in your town. Roma Hoggard, Lower Hutt—lt's ffood In a way, Eoma. .but rather full of bits of things you have heard, here, there and everywhere. Make one that's cveryblt you. Inks better, and on one side when it's a Kathleen Cooke. Kilblrnie.—But holly leaves and berries aro for Home Christmas's 'and ours in fcew Zealand should look as different Mit is. don't you think so? The Snoring [ Ghost wasn't in time, Chick. Helen Day, N 9 aio.—Did you make "Tilings to V\ ear yourself. Helen ... or did you just send it to us because it was nice? Alma Bowden. Petone.—What an altogether thrilly time it will be, Alma! You?U fee? terribly grown-up looking after the babies . . . some of them will never have seen Father Christmas' before. Love from us all back to you. FIRST-LETTER PEOPLE. Irene Thornley, Hataitai. Euulco Graham, Brooklyn Owen Blackley, Masterton. Dolly Smith, Brooklyn.