OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 33, 8 February 1930, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

RECtUESTS. "Fairiel,—Please ask 'Mischief,' of Te Horo, to write to mo." "LA DANSEUSE." 20, Manchester street, Potone. "I would like Betty Blow, or Kelburn, to write me a letter." "MEADOW LARK." 13, Buick, street, Petone. "I should like1 'Mlnnehaha.' Otaki. to send mo a letter." GLADYS HARVEY. 10, Caledonia street, Miramar, Wellington. Gladys Harvey, Miramar.—l have not had time to read It yet, dear, but it looks good. . . and surely, I know you can write. . . . She is fourteen-ish, or not quite so much, and tho , King loves her work. ..■-..'. Tour (story must wait a wee while, elrleen: there are two 6 serials before yours. "English Rose," Lower Hutt.—Nobody happier, girloen, if ohe: can judgo by tho merry letters they all send in. . . .So glad you liked it too; it really was a summery page, wasn't It? ■.''.■'.. "Miss - Lavender Lewis,"' Petone.—l've read them all, everyone, only I'm ashamed to say I'd quite forgotten Miss Lavender until .. your letter i'came.: "Magic for Marigold" is her newest book—quite as lovely, as tho Anne ■ onos. . . ". \yhai is your own name, now thing! :; /- T-V"\ ' • '■Blue Bell," Brooklyn.—Only you aren't, darling.' There is a bonny one and a plain one already, so.'.you must choose again. ... A 1 ■■■mushroom next to Rosalind's?* Why, yes. 'A letter.■'; next to Rosalind's, too, if >she ■ writes in .time. ■ "Plxie-Uno," -Welllnston.-T-But, yes, Pixietliiui?: we'd lovo1 you to come. .. . That letter • X is like i Saturday, too. Can you guess why? . ■■ ;i .' , "Goldfinch," City.—There was somo "Think . Twice" ~.-. and therg was a splendid camel . . . ..but was there a letter, too? Bocause I can't find U anywhere 1 Betty M'Leari, City.—Yes, 1 do know, chiidccn •. —just the father and mother of a rush, ■isji't'i.t? But -.. not "■so bad when' you get there. ...-.■. Tell mo, .who did christen your „ cat, arid however did tho natno happen? Ireno Thornfey, Lyall Bay.—But, yes: round about twelve Is best, and any day except tho end of the week. Do you know the way? . ■ : , ! "Meadow Lark," Petoflo.—That was dear ot you, -bird-child.^, .You will be helping some little i'slck-person somewhere; . ... And isn't it fun meeting'-'a'-.'boat, and suddenly flnd- • ing the face' you are looking for'amongst all the unknown faces? ... 0, tho woo drawing has ; just: arrivod. It's precious. "Noel,'1 Seatoiin.—But I don't remember you, Noel. Are you new, or Just a new penname? Do tell when you write. I can't flnd ■ you on -any -of-the' mushrooms. I'Saiiey Sally,". Titahi Bay.—Yes> the very^ first, ' Sally-girl. .•'. . Not golden hair and qulvcry wings, unluckily; wouldn't it bo fun if they were?,. . .That letter never came, not a glimpse of it. I'm so sorry' about it, and I tlie story. •

"Woolly Lamb," Nerthland.—lt's i dear penname—little, and fluffy, and lovable. .... . You don't have to make them up, wee thing: just say who wroto them. ' "Red Fox," Karori.- -A wonderful time—you surely did, dear one; but we, Uko the puppy, ' are glad to see you back again. .. . Just "New Plymouth" will flnd it, quite easily. "Annie Lauri*," Wadestown.- No, the first day isn't so pleasant. . . . You feel so ' small, and strange ... as though you had strayed in by accident, and nobody really wanted you. But It means new fun and new., friends, darling,, and heaps of exciting things alone with the work. "Princess Goldhiart" Wadestown.—That must have been a glorious day, that Thursday. .. . And how terrible to think you might have been left . . ; stranded on the beach like a couple of starfish!. ~' ■ '■'■■ .■ "Sailor-Boy," Upper! Hutt—Te Kootl will be glad, I think, especially if her -letter was like mine. . . . The river water is cold, and beautiful these hot days. "Flying Fax," Upper Hutt—No, not too late

this week—and what a cheery, cheerful let- - ter I But tl*n with, Parapara'mu in front of you, this lowely ;weather, it couldn't help t but bo cheer* You'll have awonderful time, J kiddie.:.. ... :■': ,'• "-• „• ■ .": "Clara Bow," Wltehelttewn.—First letter, Hula one? I cant flnd you hidden away anywhere In the King. . . . Poor Tommy I Too ' bad when ho was doing a good deed I "Daddy's Rosebud." KHUrnle.—A whole first week of it gone now, wee one. What class is it this year? And how a small rosebud will be missed at home I~- ■• . ' "Marl* Antoinette," Lyall Bay.—Did you visit the escalator, childie?—and did you fall off the top of it. as I did once? It's like a bad habit—so easy to itirt on it, and so hard to stop t -. "Hlnempa," Ktimdallah.—Great Ideas, those of yours about the paintings, Maori-child, and I'll remember them.' . ;>. And you mustn't■ forget about the scrapbooks, either. Edward Booti*. Statoun.—Do you know, I haven't been there yet—not once this summer. But I until bo bow specially to ace

those Begonias . . darling, fairy-cup flowers. . . And aren't their colours precious? Joan Muncey, Nialo.—Such queer little surprises your parcels1 are—you can never tell what Is insldia by feeling them. . ~. Thank you, chlldie; you are making someone happy. "Star-Btll," Ktrorl.«-Very first of all, or first with your new name? Because you've been hero a long time, really. Did you just visit with a painting? .... Your Love-in-a-Mist is a dainty thing. ■' Peter Andrews, Hataltal —Is it Peter . . . or is it my very bad guess? Anyway, the drawings are dear; but do tell me whether I am right or wrong. . "Buddy," Upper Hutt—A photo will be ripping. .. . Hot days, yesl Evidently the Weather Clerk has decided that you are all to go to school in fine weather and sunshine, and he saves up the rain for the free days t "Purple Pansy." Seatoun.—Not once "in a whole year is rather wonderful; glrleen. What happens if you get sick? . . . And Five-years-old likes school, too? I didn't know there was another of you.' "Irish Mary," MlrMiuv—Cats and rabbits and chickens—but dogs are the best pets of all . . . because you know that they will love you just as much as you love them., I'd like one, too, darling. Anne Crompton-Smith, Khandallah.—You were . quite right to aski child: I should have told you that you won't, except for very special stories. . . . The project is splendid. ... Do explain about the Picture letter—lt sounds interesting. Betty Blew, Kelburn.—And are you going to "scrap-book," too? But, of course, you must when your very own drawings will be In it. ... The wee girl is Just as dainty as the summer herald. I like her. i "Wlllow-Wal," Lower Hutt—The first day Is endless—it stretches out like elastic, doesn't it? .... 0, lovely I Write their names on the back, won't you? Ido hope it comes out 'all right. "Russian Princess." Upper Hutt.—Didn't*you' hold your breath, last Saturday night, when they swerved round the corners and roared past? It's wonderfully exciting—but I do wish they wouldn't, all the same I "PollyanW Kelburn.—o. I'm so glad—congratulations 1 :.. ■,v It would be dreadful, wouldn't it? You'd have to write my epitaph on top of the pile: "Here lies Fairlel. She's underneath: we knew her well" I . "Roie Queen," Palmeriten Nerth.—lt was our special page that did it—no Summer Fairy could possibly sleep through thatj . . . Yes, do tell, glrleen: ,we. haven't heard about books for a long, long time. .., . "SailorBoy" Is Elsie Leverldge,:,Ebden-Town road, Upper Hutt. . . ' ;. :, .'■;•': .;■■ v.! • . "L* Oanieute," Pttont.—That's a quaint name . and a new one,: chick.:.,,; Yes, 'really—all . by herself. Her-small hands.have: the gift for drawing.-, , . A pen-friend, .Is it? I think "Mischief" i takes' lifter ■■■:■,■< her name, judging by her letersl : " ■ : )? .,/.' "benihl," City.—Not blue or green or red, you little Wizard! I'd rather stay just plain me. . . . I like it, rather—only the balls will sail straight up, and then I'm out first ball! ...'■ ;.;: , ".-,..; . . Trtt Bon, Mir.«mah— JSrp/ Jou can't'deperid on the Weather Clerk very far, these ■ days; he just isn't "to be trusted. . -> .1 wish I could see It, too. , Flowers In heap of colour are