OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 39, 15 February 1930, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

", REQUESTS. "I would .like 'Oomhl, of the City,' to write to me." "GOLDFINCH." 10, Kelvin grove, Wellington. "Sunsot," Cartorton.—Bonzo is bad—and beautiful! A wickeder dog never walked. . . You make it of any paper, children —brown, it you like, and paste your King pictures into it. There are all sorts of ways of decorating it - I "T.Z.X.," City.—Now 1 just am wondering—do I know anybody with that very queer pennarao, or do I not? Somehow I think I might . . . Come out from your holiday-hole and write me a'letter. "Tiger," Wellington.—Can you spare a wee while to come up ... soon? There i3 a little drawing I want done! "Pollyanna," Kelburn.—o dear 1 thought you had forgotten about .that guess . . so I carefully didn't mention it last letter! . . . i The one you wanted begins: "First bathe this week . . . first bathe I" written to Dear Ones. .... She will be back in a year, maybe. Those scrapbooks sound ever so exciting I "Tabby Cat," Wellington—And still 1 don't know where you live, young man . . . unless it's Catland, of course. Even then, the "Postie" would have a hard time to find you. . . . The Society of Milk Lappers is a great name I . t

Olive Bannister. Brooklyn.—you just Had forgotten me, wicked child . . . but you've remembered again now. . That is a dear piece of poetry. I like it, too. "Goldfinch," City.—A letter this time, chick—but what .1 wee one . . . small as yourself... I hope she aoes; a penfriend whom you haven't met is so exciting. "Saucy Sally," Titafif Bay.—Were you penfrlend3, "or did you just meet by chance? . . . 0, 1 quite think, she is' right. of '-.course; when you chose a name like that! . . I'd love to see the drawing -please I and I do hope you find the lost story attain. Hector TrenieWan, Lower Hutt.—l should have just loved too, young one, but VVednes-' days well, I just can't I Your cat Ethel and your dog; Molly sound such nice people, too. But I hopo you had a splendid birthday, even though there wasn't a fairy there. •Lydla of the Pines," Kelburn.—A big welcome, little friend of Pollyanna. 1 wonder, do you write, stories tike hers ? Your letter seems to say so . . . Ii saw the great, great thing sailing out too with the fleet of tiny boats about her. She looked like a huge white cocoon among so many butterflies. . . 1

"Peanut," Seatoun.—Now 1 know who you are I ' You were puzzling me before . * Please do. We love your dainty wee pictures; but what was the story ? "Lady Rowsna," City.—Great day, little lady. Isn't that part of the country wonderful now? .. . tree-gowned, with its feet in blue, running water ... It always seems, this time o' the year, as if it had just woken , up. j "Yellow King," Lower Hutt.—l heard about that beach day, young man. There's nothing to beat the sea for a real picnic, is there? . . . J You must be a great gardener; my seeds nearly always forget to come up 1 "Dana," Lower Hutt.—l think you must bare heard me whisper "Sea Page" before, to send me a letter like that 1 I'll save it up ... No, Standard Four just isn't an easy class 1 think it's quite the hardest there is. But all j the new work is rather fun, ail the same. "Bluebell," Island Bay.—Yes, a perfect place '■ for a holiday. New Plymouth. Don't you love the great white waves that come colling in,

and the Queer Sugar-loaves? . . . Just like dignified old men, they are. "Rainbow Fairy," Seatoun.—And have you not seen it yet, wee thing? Why, then, I think you will like It tremendously when you do. . .. That elf to New Plymouth and this one to Wanganui—what a time you have all had I "Antiope," Seatouh.---It Is a way the days have in the holidays—to. peep up and wink' at you, and then scuttle "away almost before you know they are there. . . res, 25th January . . . and 1 do know Wanganui a little bit, but not so well as you. Edward Boosie, Seatoun.—So even though school has begun, holidays are not quite ended, my small Scout. Were you in tents, or under a roof? It sounded most jolly. "Purple Pansy," Seatoun.—lsn't It lovely that summer has really woken up? You'll have to keep her awake for that school picnic, little Pansy-girl. . . Which, beach do you go to, and Is It a well-behaved one, or has it I waves ? I "Rippling Water," Lower Hutt.—l know . . .

it's terrible trying to write a letter when you have nothing to say. But you did hare something to say for our Sea Page, darling. . . I'll be looking (or the story. "Sunset Mist," Lower Hutt— No, not for two weeks, but your mushroom is just as good as ever. . . Won't you hate having those small roosters killed after seeing them grow up? I know I would. " . ■ •• "Daddy's Rosebud." KHbirnie.—l thought it was Primer Four at least, wee thing, with those beautiful letters coming in every week. ... Which beacb do you bathe at? There are so many to choose from, out your way. Dorothy Alexander. Kilblrnle.—Ring pictures, dear one, though if you have very precious outside ones, of course, they could go in as well. . "Barcarole" is one of my favourites, too. Is yours a violin piece? 'Kewple," Levin.—You fly down to our city for your holidays, and all the little Ring people hero pack up and go away inland! ... Do tell who Patrick is. 1 don't think 7 have met him before. . ■Hinemoa," Khandallah.—Just at present, Littlest, we have so many pictures ready and waiting, but later I won't forget. .. Her name is Eileen Congreve? her drawings are darling, aren't they? "Irish Mary," Mlramar.—The Birthday isn't until May. lass. . You should have come and explored for the Ring; please do. next time. . . . But I love dark nights, even when there's a creepy .feeling that something is just behind you—your Irish banshees, maybe! . . The French Ladye is darling.

•'Golcjwlno," Ta Horo. or was it Snowdrop, or was it Mischief? I'm not quite certain, because you see, there wa3 no name. But it wa3 somebody who is like a small brown . nigger because of her sunburn ... somebody who is coins to have her story In the Ring, when, the rest of it appears. I ■'Clara Bow," Mitchclltown.—Chlldle, I was so interested in your small letter that 1 almost foreot to answer it I Wouldn't that nave i been dreadful T -.-. Did you ever catch I your Snowy again? I I Gladys Harvey, Mira- \ mar.—Yes, it's good, glrleen, but try to aim for i more conversation j and loss description. They are always better if your readers are young. Anne Compton-Smith, | Smilth, Khandallah.. I That work was right, I and exactly just what I 1 meant.' Could you dc I your drawings on a I separate page? They igo to a different i place, you see. 1 "Peter Pan," Wadestown.—You small water-nymph I — a wonderfully wet time you've been having. Those great balls; they look like , strange, pixie bubbles blown from the green water, don't theyl1 If I were six yeara old instead of, one hundred arid six,' I I would buy one!