OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 56, 15 September 1928, Page 15

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

"Buttercup's Gold," Petone.—lt is all very wonderful and very exciting, Buttercup'sGold ... and it makes the world feel a little" I>laco after all, doesn't it I The small plant feels the soft airs of spring about it. "Puffbklls," Wadestown.—ls it tho Wllton's- . bushy part of Wadestown that tho Tui is? The boy saw ihat you were a champion of; small things, I think. "Scribulus," Newtown.—You had a wranglcy time, my Scribulus, but you'vo managed splendidly. I know they wore hard, but I just thought it was tlmo we found out tho truly "Triers," and now I know you'ro one, anyway 1 Valeric Ward, Evans Bay.—Littlo lucky one, what a view of them you must hava had ... like a huge gull sweeping! Didn't you acho to be with the baud and tho cheers and the shouting? "Mrs. Tittlemouso," Nowtown.—So long ago you painted a picture for me, "Mrs. Tittlemouse," that I was ashamed of the postman for forgetting all this time! But we're glad the small frog and the brov::-eyed fairy found their way in the end. "White Hawk," Wellington.—o, Uow horrid of breakfast to keep you from that thrilling sight . . . over your very house, tool Buffalo's a Jolly one. Joyce Dinnlson. Brooklyn.—They came and went so suddenly this time . . . and I seemed to be there at only the stupid times, so I never saw you! And I tried to, becauso I wantelKto 'specially 1 Congratulations, dear one, from us all I "Honey," W«llinjton.—lt sounds the jollieat party, little Bix-year3 . . . and surely tho Talking Dolly was the best of all! What's her name to be? Goggles," Miramar.—Poor wee chap . . . but vow he knows what "hot" is, eh? It takes all sorts of hurts to teach us what's what, doesn't it I •May Blossom," Island Bay.—No ... It must have been waiting for you. Anyhow, It's yours, and we want you to use it often. A blue and yellow fellow? I wonder whero he'd strayed from? Joyoe Baker, Vogeltown.—Of course, Joyco; we'd love you to ... and the sister, too, If she likes! A sweetpea, especially a prize one, in our Fairy Ring would help to make our party gay, don't you think so? •Limpy," Kilhlrnle.—Tell us lota more about your records though, old chap .... who wrote them, if you can, and why you like them so. : "Petal," Khandtllah.—O, but yes, I did .. . and they're alive yetl That's a better way to make your "Book to Love," my Petal. Thank you ever so for tho box of sweetness. "Dixie," Wellington.—l haven't really played1 the hopping game, so I didn't know how tired you'd get, little one; but was it fun/ Joyce Reedy, Petone.—You see, Joyce, tho postio lost himself or you or something. But now you're found he'll come and explain. Joan White, Petine—lt's horrid that some of you have to be left over till the next time That's what happens to After-Wednesday people. But Mr. trinter-man says that's how it has to be. Wasn't your name in their little separate list, and in. the First-Letter Welcome, too? "Irish Mary," Miramar.—You find the right words to say things, Irish Mary. Is that because you're truly Irish? "Tinker Bell," Northland.—l don't suppose the small lan wants the aches of them yet, and he's very wise, don't you think? Truly have "Mrs. Puddleduck," Wadestewn—That certainly was too good a chanca to miss, he thought but what Mummy thought Is a different'matter, eh? Your bit of town seems a, tui haunt I What have you dono to deserve It? Pax Goetzlof, Wellington.—But have you come to town. Pax? Why do you ask to Join a King that has known you well for a long; time already? TeU us all about It, will you? "Joybell," Wallacevllle.—o, but yes, the hidden stones would hurt ... but there's nothing jollier than a soft flooded lawn to pad-: die on. Violet Rowland. Brooklyn.—Aren't the early mornings with the soft blowing skies almost tho best part of spring? <'Half-pa»t Eight," Wellington.—Can't the small Molly write to us, too? Surely a ten-years could do that? 0, we'll love you both to come just as often as you wish. "Penny Plain," Levin;— Soon now. Tho barrows sound much more fun than a bazaar. «JS£ f surely you know. "Puck," Wellington.—lt would sound like tho shall 1 |"« «\SSrWS "c 'rest about you! "Dewdrop," Levin.—"-Fourteen of us PlWlnB:. every day" sounds as good a holiday time as any seaside ever was, I think. ■'p3 ixl|e°Putt," Welllngton.-"Why They Didn't !&&?£&&"& body for pirate cats to get..little one. ?£> weaker'and the bay will bo filling every moment of your playtime. ..,„,,, we could have it in tho King. ''Tang V eiOl^n Mrerd- N°ooritve? S. l^i^XT^^^ember last. I'm sorry about tho tonsils . . . «'w not very comfy to have. you like to have it back? '•?""'Glenmore street.-IMd the name drop oil tho end of the letter? ' M r ll, HS K .:r^Tu ynd^ ffhuu 01-; when you !iel™in tho playtimo games of (lie Ring. "Hodplul " Potono.—V "fairy follower" you are from thlV ...oment^Hopcful. Your .perns. «BuKy/'aHßt»"tal!'— Boom enough and to spare, .liuz/.y. ' , "Snowball." Brooklyn.—We shall all be glad wlicu "Bluebird of Happiness" returns from her holiday well again. Julie Hanr,en, Wellington South.—Basketball Is a. splendid winter fame for girls. lin very fond of tennis, too. ' : Joan Sowman. Island Bay.—My-loyo to baby Uonanl with tho little curls all over his head. ' : Barbara Oickcn. Island Bay.—l hopo thero'll be no third time of that horrid fever for your chum : Lois Fulton, Miramar.—A Maori school on the. WanKauu! Klver bank would bo a curious change after our busy city, wouldn't it?