OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 102, 26 October 1929, Page 20

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Edward Boosio, Seatoun.—That's good . that's wlut thcy'ro thero for . . . indoor (lays. Where did you scoot to? I wish grownups wero allowed to I It's jolly, isn't It. the way the clays stretch Into tlio evenings. "Folix," Wellington —You'vo a good notion of a ballet . . . it's _ bright-eyed ono that might easily have como out of "Tho Desert Song." Did it? Thanks for Smile Awhile. •Wide-awake." Wellington.—"Tho Two Fowls" by Well Gooding, Ltd . . that's n queor name. Isn't It? They'd both bo much tlio samo inside tlio fox. I'm thinking, eh? Did you make It? "Red Fox," Karon—h's now and weird worlds Jules Verne makes for us, and It's thrilling to reallso how much of his "nonsenso" has become prophecy. Fathers and motliors sometimes say they wcre'nt allowed to read them which was, of course. Just a stupid pity Aren't red roses summer? Brian Berg, Wellington.—Uopo tho money comes soon, 'causo It's good fun onco tho bcglnulug part's dono with. Drlan. Why doesn't your garden livo with you? Irene Thornloy. Lyall Bay.—lt was ono of tho bettoi ones I thought . . or p'raps It was the title hat sounded thrllly . . . It's often llko that Do you want tho others, too? ■Applo Blossom." Lyall Bay.--Do aud do especially tho poetry. Thero aro things i ovo, too. I'. tell you I'll try to and some specially good oues for you. Como soon again Eight-years. •Meadow Lark." Potono.—Thank you, dear ono . . and tho small sister . . . from mo and from him. I could wish, though thut the envelope had been big enough to hold you, too. Next timo? Phyllis Burton. Lower Hutt.—But tho end's the most Important pari of all and a doorstep is a wrotchod placo to stop I I'd love to lac seen her painted . . could I? Tim's a Kiso chap surely I JOri n ,i„l!! Un MO-^, N*l, aio*-f s that w"at W™ beon doing all this loug time I But I rather liked Crosspatch. and 1 don't think elves should llko sewing, anyway, and tho poem-making was much jolilcr and I think he deserved the party .and I hope there wa3 lots of food "Nokomls," Khandallah.—But haven't you ever yourself . . . daisy-decked prin~-sses Is one of the best games of all. The kiwi looks a lonely fellow among tho curly cabbages. Wo'll keep the tinlcs' things for Christmas, shall we? Buddy," Uppot Hutt—Thank you. Buddy for lots of things—'specially tllac. which Is dear as dear loby must keep that hard head to himself . . Tell him from mo! "Little-8111-goes-walking." Wellington. - "it lsut you. but It's the next best thing, whon a small person forgets to put the name li was-born-wld"! He's a wldo-eyed morsel. Kneo better?

"IVh°!!!! ,i'!!!, *"*"■" Mornington^Thafs a X 0,- 11," 1™-'" * • lunch and the dupplcdy shado of trees . . and tho ui» .ado of flowering plum thrown in I I love you aud Spot. It's not- awfully clear. but i ll try and make it so that wo can all see. "Pr-„?i-J SS, S« r,w,l' s f al»»n—And you can with i ' i°°,'„ and l,lna- Antl d° "lings with coloured s Iks to thorn ... thoy'ro sturdier than matches and glue, though they're rather wee. of courso. "Tiger." Wellington.—Did you _nd It In timo to keep its head and Its tail together? or had icy parted company rathor suddenly? can i „ K„ha_* *v, ou trlotI? who "'as pushUy Iho old blko by tho sea on Saturday? Ti1!!!? St? r" L? v",r Hut*-— But when do lh» aisles happen? She's on a erare.itono. or in old -oloiuou's heart, but wo just can't Icavo her llko that, can wa? "S «^o,* d^,?,•" Wslllnoton—lfa not quite Umo for such escapade yet. Is it? Wero you wet all nine °U. S'?° O,U? ' thlnk rd 6tl» b0 ™- Beverley Black, Karori.-N O , I do not. One ' -a^Tb^M. o,^ Thtek ™M «°^ "Sunshine,'' Wellington.—All Uio rest that IU3 n e. eny bl _„ons' • ll'!nk- one. They're h1?1-. I s, "".-""oww. you know, so how wis ho making tbo nolso d'you suppose? •Baronla." Wellington.-And tho Adventurer. m? "v„,;».;ir. V ou ,? orrow *-••*- or mal!o him ail yourself ? Imagination leads us such a marry way that wo often como limping horn, again a wee bit sorry, do vou think? Starbeam." Kelburn. -Ho- but that's a tolls feed for small and savage pun I slippers seem to bo almost as good-tasting as straw Hats and. of rourse the newer the better Saucy Sally,' Titahl Bay.—l know it's springing grass" blades and warm brown sod its running sap and folded petals and tbo' golden blow of gorso. . it's a scent that is lust—Spring. And yes. tho gentle-breathed Rangiora Is our small country's own. Cupid." Takaka—School's a grown-up adventure that way. I should think And springs a _X ves ,Il!*1 aro a fairyland'left over . ...~,>r'- nt a3 d'lerent from Scotland. Isn't t? Tell us lots. Of courso. . . YouTe hero now and belong. LltUo Miss Conceit looks truly that, doesn't sho? Sailor Boy," Upper Hurt.—'lis funnv . 'specially 'bout Piccadilly . . It wi-uld bo good to say. Isu't "don't-be-siily" a lollv thyme? Chatterbox," Miramar— But that was the best surpriso ever, surely . . what fun he'll po soon: Did you havo three guesses ? <-vis Bclesky, Newtown.—Standing and staring rauuehing and waddling . . .what a life with the days dreaming over! Did the swing go high' as tho top of tho world? " j