OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 119, 24 November 1928, Page 15

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Brenda Boyes, Wellindton.—Thero was n woo space this time for tUo after-Wednesdays to creep In, so you're luclilcr than you deserve, aren't you? It's awful to have to part with pets, but the veU probably knows, dear one. I have not dared tlie sea, though it's done Its best to enchant me. ' * ■ Robin Hood, Karorl But I haven't seen Clianß. and I don't know where I can now. I tmuK that scorchlnc would bo fun to see . . . 3 ust a streak of flying dustl Getting a bit, just a little bit, of course, lost on the hills is rather fun .... and there's certainly no waking till the morning. Valeric Ward, Evans Bay.—That will start days of white-winced butterflies to watch skimming the blue water. Lucky ones, what a feast there's going to be 1 "Oewdroß,'' Welliniton.—Tip-tap on the lawn in the cool of after tea sounds Jolly. . . • Tell us how to do it. Edward Boosjo, Seatoun—Burnt arras sound ' Rood, though they stint' a bit, don't they/ Who cares, 'though," if thSy mean summer days I . '; "White-eyo,1* Uppar Hurt.—Did the small. ' prickly fellow tome and' ask y<>U tor a llo7l e' or did you flnd him?' If the film jn. tUo cousin's camera beliaves well, we'd loyo one of the photos for our Ring. They, have to Do awfully clear, though." ' "Indian Girl." Upper Hutt.—Whore did you do that . .''.' In the sea or Hie cold hill stream? . A-new. phtce to live is' always fun . . .?<!«" have lots". fo tell us. The wee flow.er was a blfc necessary.' even though if was sweet. :'Ja6k Tar." ilpptr Hutt.—Fou should really, if ' you were a' rtuiy.'lbMne gardeticrV know them all, and.well; my Jack Tar. Is that too • much to expect from a seafaring man.' "Tinker Bell." Urquhart—l suppose so, hut belts arc better, don't you think? Xhe p<mburn will soon bo nearly all over . . . you, I mean. ■ "Freckles." Heretaunja.—Would you have . loved to do them, lop? It's fun being .on a I -bIK stage like that. '. The audience looks just one black hole ...... so you don t Have to bo shy- of the people. "The Sailor Boy." Upper Hutt—Of " course, we'd lovo you to.' and. we want to know you soon as ever wo can. \ou sound re lated to our jolly. "Jack Tar, "Smilsr," Maori Bank.-But I've never seen ono more than half an inch, Smiler . . • • Two feet sounds alarming! It's glow wo Id. do for a car headlight, surely iThootoer night I saw whole villages of. the weeny kind. "Snowball," Welllnßton.-Thoy're very sweet "Polynesia." Karorl.—On the day that we bring out the really cool Besses wo know that Bummer's really come... There's nothing like sea for making sleepy eyes." , . "Cuckoo,!' Brooklyn.—But the houso won't stay empty for- ever,- and we'll have to nope hard for a boy next door, eh? . . "Ritzy,',' Karori.—Surely. there's • nothing left to want!. But .haw you ever thought, how " truly 'awful that would-tra' : • •;' not.!!Jl, B n * all-to: want J -Which,, of all those .. lumen, would you lfavo .for' yourself?': . . . "Bonny," Brooklyn.—Every season. Ciiijjt lio taken' such very special notice of, tlrniißli. do. you think? Spring's long way best,. Isn t It? "Fairy Joy," Patkakarlki.-Wliy, you J«»t might have'waited to.'wolcomo the baby sistei- before you got the stupid old measles I 'Father's idea of three paddles is a very wise one . . ..deep paddles, way up over your knees. ■ ' . "Tiny Tot," Brooklyn.—Lots of us dared tho sea1 that day, and:.didn't mind It a Ult. j Beverly Black, Karori.—Well, certainly after j the forest it couldn't have been much fun .-.'. perhaps he Just walked homo and climbed into bed? . . ..... . Esma Jaccbson, Newtown.—A lawn roller's not tho comflcst thing In the world to go riding on ... hut it's jolly being a clown at the circus. Lucky ones to have a place out of tho town and away I • "Sunbeam," Wellington.—Thank you for a very great deal . . . the old gentleman's hanging, his-picture all. round' the town. I'm ■!sure Saint Nicholas' is tho most loved salut of anyl "Lavtnder," Njaio.—Why, of course and uf course. Lavender I It's such au ■ easy thing to do that.it's a pity you let. such a lot of time slip by. Ales is a right name, because somehow it just sounds sandy to me/

Full addresses are wanted of "Southern Cross," Brooklyn, and Charlie Sadd, Brooklyn.