OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 82, 7 April 1928, Page 15

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Dorothy Smith, Nflaio.—l, too, wondered alioiit that "v," but as it was there twice, llttlo Nine-year-old, I thought it was wanted. . . Many happy returns, aud 1 can well ■ bclm o you must havo had a jolly party. . . What did you hear on the wireless.' Esmo Cumminos, Ngaio.—Wo missed you on Saturday nlehts. Esmo, tut. now you ris h«no iigaiu i>'rai)S you'll bo ablo to come oftcner. . . . Couldn't we have a story about your beach holiday? If you lore lessons Mid Barnes, too, your schooldays cannot help but bo happy as happy. Alison Poole. Khandallah.—You must have had ■ a thrilling time at those sports, Alison. With your eyes full or water and your arms and less battering along you .aro sure to craah into somebody, aren't you? . ■. .And small boys swimming like anything don't mind at all getting in somebody else's way. . \ Thanks, dear, -for wishing mo better. Im that already . . . very. much. Valeric Ward, Evans Bay.—lf the printer 1 people aro kind, p'raps you will enjoy this week's Ring better, Valeric. . . Easter with the sun and the wind and the cool breath of autumn will be another holiday to remember when the long nights come. Here s wlsh- ■ Ing you (and all the King folk) just such a holiday. Melva Torronce, Wellington.—l know you cowboys so well now, little Lady of the Snows, that, I'm sure they'll simply demand you should read It to them. . . It's half-life to have playmates who so .completely fit in, 'specially when they love the things which aro made to be loved. . . If I were you, I'd keep a close watch out for that surprise . . . and if you don't find it among the roses, it may fall softer than a snowtlake from the gentlest.of 'evening skies. Nola Stanley, Levin.—lt was worth a nasty sore throat to romp in a mil hayloft and roiiko those sweetly-sticky toffee apples. . . Ton can play all sorts of wonderful games iv

Iho hay, though the weo. dcltl mlco would father you didn't. Olive Lc.iry, Potone.—lf he did take 0110 of our stoola, Olive, he'll havo to hrluß arnther one alont; to the Hint; uml sit on It hiusslf. Yon tell him. won't you? . . July 3:jth is coins to ba a hIK day for you. Thens'll'be a party, of course? Betty Urquhart, Northland—So It wnsjiju, my lifltty, who'did so cleverly Unit laddeif sum? You" deserve a. special mention nil t/^ yourself. . .'Sometimes all the wonder (111 <'olonrs of liio .sea mid the sim aro pill vtted InKldo (hose shells, and If you listen', closuly you can henr llio voice of Iho wiflo hluo water n long way off. j Evelyn. Thomson, Petone—Come nlonic ijiiid oetllo down as though you'd belonged to tiJB all the time. . . Later on, iji'rnna, you C'julil tali' tv us about your pets, ur that Sa.'Rta Claus liuoli, or your holiday. ': Ronald Noraato, Brooklyn.—Of uotirar,,' you may. Tho Ilins,' ia as 1)Ib as lilu, and, islrniiKely enough, tho mcmi you yomiK peojilo rrowd Into It Iho larger II Krows. .. . , And now that, you lire one of us, you n mat really help in tho revels on Saturday nlulits. That's a. part of tlio fun iif licloilkliik. ' Mlrablo Morton, Wadostown Uldnt y«u fcul Just a llttlo nhino when the Ijlk boat slip)ird away diiwn tho harhour with your sister mid all the other happy Iravc Ili-rs? One of these nlKhls It will ho your turn to huld thnso Kay strcamtTS nnd ca II mid wavo from tho rail to thu slay-at-homes down Imlmv. . . I'm uot Hiire,, hut; 1 thlnlr I like the train best . . . unless, Iho steamer Mmus that 1 nni lo tieu dear far-off Kivilauil. and stranger lnnils. So It; all depends, my Jllrnliic. Lloyd Burch, Oiiau.—lien: you nrc. Mind, nt Insl In Ilii' Jllnc. . . There U quite a lot wo don't know about you, Oh/iv, and yourself, nnd we do want lo liii uw. A loniser letter next lime, please. Barbara Grny, Mlrnmar,—llav! ok "Jn»l. started lo wrllo lelhTS" to ilic ftluit, you must promise never lo keep us li>o lons without a word or two. . . What a k Mie names of those records1; l>o you Vnmvi that nnu about '•London llridßo Is fiillhiß tlown?" . . 1 wonder what that big coiisid from Scotland Ihlulis of this woo i-uunlry of ours? Sydney Bloss. Normandale,— flello, Sydney. 1 was bcKlmiliiK lo Ililnk you Ijad failed us this week. Yours was the last !«/tcr opened. . . llaby slaters nenrlnu Ihclr .first lilrlhdny i in l>« thu iiiittlntpst, sweetrt* iliinKs In t.'io world. When they licKln to stumble around, liiir teddy hears, and say "imath" for puss — why, then, who cares nm-sli what else happens ? ■ FIKST-LETTER PEOPLE. LLOYD IBUKCII, O'lijati. BARBAttA GRAY, liliraiu'ar. ifONALD NO.BOA'I"IO, Brooklyn, 10VKLYN THOMSON, .Vctone. OLIVIQ LEAUY, Pi;tone. UAVlti OUNN, Mi.Tamar. .l^-fr so Ihk a 7/ELOOMK from FAUIKL and the I'Al jiY EIMG.