OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 24, 27 July 1929, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Molly Colquhoun, Lower Hutt.—That's ono of my f;ivouri(es, too. Mlue had very beautiful Pictures, and I used to laugh and cry when he did. What has Oiled all your days for nearly a year. Lost One? Audrey Connor, Newtown.—But I wonder what hanpeued to it, 'cos it was there to begiu with. So Granny lias left :i little lonely place behind her? "Skylark," Lower Hutt.—Doing homework sounds fun u-lien you can "split your sides" over It, Skylark I You must be as liappy as the bird whose name you've borrowed. Nola Cornish, Newtown.—That's brief and sweet. Five Years .... about spring and the cow and the fowls and everything. "Flying Cloud," Wellington.—That's more beautiful, but "Plying Wolf was very exciting. Como often with as much as you like. I couldn't find the laugh in the "Incurable" one. "Peter Pan," Wadestown.—l love the woodland folk, dear one . . . even the stars look Interested, and the moon's reading over their shoulders. You certainly need shaking up, poor old tliinp: . . .but an earthquake's not the comtlest of ways! Yes, the wee ones will iove their story. "Angel," Newtown.—That's not quite all though . . . there has to be si proper name and address as well, you know, If you truly want to join us. All that about music Is certainly a lot ... more than I call answer. "Lady Rowena," Wellington.—Chess sounds strangely clever for small brother and sister I I can't, a bit. How wise and jolly tlte adventures sound. Edward Boosie, Ssatoun.—Xot every Saturday can be fine in tho winter time, but most Sundays try to be ... have you noticed .that? N Dorothy Alexander, Kilbirnic.—No, and I've always wanted to, ever so. Perhaps a Jlttlc electricity did Irak into tho bar, if it is woTked by it, is it? Do you know tile feel of a real horse? That's best. "Bubble Fairy," Wellington.—That's a rhyme wo all know so well that I think we won't let it find its way Into the King, Bubble Fairy. "Chattor Box," Miramar.—l'd like it awfully. One day I will, and tell you all about it. You must feel as though there's a nest of K'ishuUc birds next door to sou! Vera Cornish, Newtown.—No, not now, dear one . . . that was only because the trains took long to find me out. Kevin Crompton, Karori.—But what a splendid news . . she's dreadfully new to play

with yet, I s'pose? What's tho funny name. Tho last thing tho dodgems do Is dodge. Is • that It? "Farm Girl," Wellington.—They always do ... or tho sliver being put away In Its drawer will set them whistling, even In tho night. "Tinker Boll." Northland But how horrid of Nobody not to*go"on with you 1 I wouldn't go with Nobody again if I wero you. . Somebody might bo jollier. Eric Picot. Karori—But yon shouldn't have missed tho Dodgems . . . they're truly raihor fim. Tho rido scuiiuls jollier thoiißh than all tho Show put together. Charllo Edwards, Wolllnoton.—l lovo tho ship with little lonely man and the sifr-priscd-lookinK smoko and tho ladder. Whore's sho bound? "Mrs. Tittlemouso," Ncwtown.—l even "Imagined" the scent back Into tho little hit of SDriiiß you sent me. Many happy clays in all tho good years to come, dear one! Muriel Wood. Weliinnton 1 thought just Ihul about the trains, but I was glad of tiie discomfort Unit woke me In the dawn to see tliu Kmn-tlps stretching, rosy, to the edge of the world. Doesn't tho rrinco'a Hlgliwiiy sound splendid? Thank you for the silver that came "Tiddloywink," Kelburn I'd like to hear them, too, but I'm so afraid I'll not llko them a bit after tho Lady of Louisiana. Did you hear her? To sco her was a happy thing, too. , Beverley Black, Karori.—What would "bed" be without books I It's able to esi-apo wo are, and oven to forgot the hurt if thero Is one. Joyco shouldn't do It twice though .... that's most awfully greedy, isn't It? "Dowdrops," Levin.— That Bounds a right sort of day . . full to overflowing! Thero aro Jolly places to go. Did you like the crowds of everybody? "Ddffa-down-dllly," Titahi Bay.—But how doar of her . . .■ Uio lady with tho glue, I moan. Poor woo Winter lamb . . . what a chill world to coino to I "BluobcH," Island Bay. —Did you go the wild way over tho hills? Aron't flames leaping to.tho sky flcrco and glorious and cruell "Dana," Lower Hutt 0, but wasn't she rather awful. I nearly went, and then Just couldn't. What did you llko bost? 'A Friend," Lower Hutt.—But think . . . thlult of all tho queer and wonderful names you've I read In books and chooso a truly jolly one for your own. Wouldn't that bo moro fun? ■ "Alladln." Lower Hutt.—Do you lilto It? I do, and wo haven't one. For mo It's such a goldy-shlny-adventury name.