OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 123, 26 May 1928, Page 15

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

"Petit Olseau," Lyoll Bay.—l don't Imow what could have happened to the poor gull. If the sea really did try to take it away it was because gulls belong to the sea, don t they? . , , Some day, yea. ... It was a sweet tiling, wasn't it? ... I <1° »°Pe Alarlta hadn't a hoadaoho after that trouble, Claudia Browne, Lyall Bay—You paint In words n picture I can see of that angry foam-capped sea. I, too, know those hlllhigh breakers and . the thunder of them when they burst on tho beach. Naomi Birch, Khandallah.—That afternoon walk, the birds' song in the sunshine, and tho scent of near Rorse just ■ would make : you forget the dentist and everything else. . . . It's real (Ire-time now, Isn't it, when tho winter nights come down? Rona Burton, Potone.—So glad you made up your mind that way, }tona. . . . Now that you're "oho of us" you'll "wonder why you didn't come to tlio King before. Joan Tullett, Wellington.—And your letter is a YPVSp of four lines, Joaul . . .There has been something" more ■ than "cool 'breezes in the siin-''.slncp fhe sputherly .swpqped on , \Velllngton, Dora Johnston, Lyall Bay.—But whore's a wee letter of your own, Dora? •, . "Tinker Boll," Northland.—A Joliy party, to be. sure, with those bibs and hats, and "swings as high as the hedge." . . . But what, was that bottle doing there?: Betty Wallace, Lower Hutt.—Thanks for that recipe, Betty. "Bluoboll," Miramar.—Twelve? You are growing up ... I wouldn't worry about that if