OUR.RING.TO-NIGHT.

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 87, 12 April 1930, Page 18

OUR.RING.TO-NIGHT.

Dorothy Alexander, Kilbirnie. —o, but I rather like tho long^leggedy things . '. .except wlien'they bumble around the back of your neck; in :the 'evenings. ..'.You. wouldn't consider' there were ■so many ■ cars in Wellington, ' would you. "until you see them coming away ■ from, the Stadium. ' : "Rory O'Mbore," Island Bay.—ExcitlnK-er and ..eXcitirig-crt::How;n™ny more, chapters are. , to cbme? ... . Drawings):wore in most speci- ' ally early'this week because of Easter, elf, • but yours will do "grand"' for tho Easter page.^-O,: the End has just arrived! "Wendy," Wellington.— What a very nice tliiiis •of you-to do—to write, to mo when you might, be. exploring the crannies of Day's Bay. And. -such a ' letter',;too, Wendy-girl . .•. a treus-, ;-we-of: a letter. , v ■'■■;• .v ■'; ■■■■ : ■:. • "Rippling Water," r LbWor Hutt.— And roosters are such .comiciil,'- f ussy i-creatures,, too. I. • can just -imagine- how angry they, would get at the small, cheeky birds stealing their dinner. ■ : ■ "Odtaa," Levin.— Did you know poor Peter Pan has the chlckon-pdx? ■ Slip.'would love anptUer letter, from you, dear one, although it couldn't, be "ariswored."straight-and-straight-■''away: .'. ' The woo-sketch was just too late, ''—and'yes; I knew perfectly .about'tho homo-- ■; work,- - •;; ;! it,I.* ,t; ; --.-;. ■■:■■■ -.<•: *" ': ' • Roma Hoggard," Lower Hutt—l like them lie-: cause they "aro deal' 'u'np . '.'.' Uioiikli ■your Sparrow was a.'weo'Mt leugtliy. Often, your best work Is.'-done' in oao verso . . . Is-"Birdie" your nom-de-piumo? "Firefly," Roseneath.— Not until near the end of May, childocn, when we havo our Eirliiday Pago. I'll" give SauCy Sally your message, but I:don't'.really think she can write to more.King people.: She.has,so many pen,.friends .liow . . .;.and. slie's a busy small; ' mortal.'"'..': '" ■''■"'.."'' ' "Weary ; 'Willy," ;'' Pc- ' ;„,', ; ', „., i,.i-.r

tofie.— Very . 'well, my. yqung1' scout—, eyerything is-just as ' it should lip now, - '• isn't it?; .: '■".'. ■ Tiie-' small 'boy in- 'your • '•'""Smlie" Awhile" 'ceriainV had ' ' wifle-;" awake' witsl "Unknown," Newtown. —Doar, we have had ' that story.ln, not so • very long ; ago. .Will '^ you find another..ln-, i stead?" :Andr 'teli. whether It's' a booK one. .or '.your -.own- : .; make-up. •.■-.. "Annie. Laurie," Wadestown.—o, but they are wicked-. looking things . . . .; . never still fora tnin-. ute, and with tiny - red eyes. .-,1 have • 'seen a big one al- .-• most upset, a., .small-rowing-boat, - ■ in (}ueen ' ' Charlotte Sounds .... but I ■ wasn't •inside! ■ Gwen Fraser, Berhampore.—He would just love that—i£ tire tin ; is freshly ■•opcnc'l. One poor kitty dieil ■ ■■.because . tho ,\ salmon ' ■.was stale.vin'.the."tin1; . . .' but ••you-? would •■ be ever so careful " about that, wouldn't you? "Lady Rowena," City. . —Such a busy elf you must have been last week, beloved. Do tell about your fancy 'dres's . v . : Poor Peter. Pan! I suppose she Is well -and. truly . Isolated. The sketch Is exactly like Rio Klta. "Oomhi." " City.—The Headmaster is beaiiT tiful, and so is irilno . . . because it might so easily be true when I'm trying to read Tabby Cat's letters! . . . Caught —yes! Heaps of times. "L'Oisieur," City.—. The tui poem is good, dear :ono . .■■•.■ tho. first two verses most : especially. I did not , mow 'possums could bo so tame as that

ho 'eat? ;': r '. , ■ "Mountain Breeze," iMornington^Wcrcu't you ' excited? Such lovely" birds tliey :irc ... with tlicir shilling;, colourful -plumage. I wonder where it is noa<. "Daddy's 'Rosebud," ' Kilbirnic.—l'aur small < Hoscbud .': .'■'". but dcnllsirt live very nii-i; Kentlcinen nowadays .. . really. You'll just love having your Daddy homo again, won t i you? ■<",.? '■ ■ '■■';" ;,. ;■ ■ ■■;-.';.. "Ken." Seatoun.—Football k a grubby Rame, ' isn't it? How many marbles have you? 1 met a small elf Iho other day with 315— .and four.'marblo-. bass. :lle won most of them playing "lieops." . .;.. ( "Purple Pansy," Seatoun.—Why, you can print ■ beautifully, chlldlo. You must wrllo to mo your-own self after this. .Can she really -say.-all that.?: She -must bo ii. clever morsel.

Doris Whitiinpton, ICarori.—Beautiful, little new tiling ... only will you choose another" rien-name? Always the one you want .-seems to 'belong already, doesn't it? Lucky ■•■:chilil,;to own; a-dog like that. ; "Tiddlcywink," Kelbqrn.—Weren't . tho - birds -Miervouii of you," or. did they know you .were small Ring .people? :-Jiestavs—aren't, they . '. fascinating things!- : '" ■■•• • •■ ; "Allegro," Newtpwn.—Confidential—of course. Even Falriiis-. have- their -.-shy secrets, darling. Tcaßlell Quito easily.->ylilch little bits of lottcra 'are meant for the" Ring .. ..and wliicli.aro. meant for Just .Fairlol. "Irish niaryV" Miramar.—Darling .... Too • late I' Buf-.l:s shall savo ;it.: for a smull.,story Hliat. I; lqinvvit \vlU-jatiV ; rfa & dainty thluK. ; "sii>isit;Mist;'Hl.Qwer Hutt^i-Wasn't if curious, ; i.ligipYedJfVVß&ls .are not;yisiially so full-of- ; ;^sdom«"ns;Kthat. I.v;thijaM you must lnivo ifalleii asleiip: over tlia'li'.uOok in tlio sun . ... didn't : y6it?U" ''.■■: ',-■ "Little," Lower Hutt.—Oh,. tliiit little dickybird! I know "him,, too. Just between ~-oor.selvos, liittle/-1 .'tliliii»;:Jie's a bit of.-a-.tell- ' tale.. ;':.'\c!bn't'ypu?;;ft:;..j . ' '. , "Horatlus,",'lCity.-^t's.'snrfjnaidi' younEster,but only biacic-^hdiwhlteiCpnfeijOut in a- news-; ■ naiier. VWcture's^WltliVfrolour*! 'won't. ;".-.: Miit.i '■ may'i^a^ytY.i^fthd^efiyaps you'll" draw;; ;'.another s /ishf ' I'^^/:. -.' .:.'-" ; : ;

'Trefusis," Pctonc—That is an entirely new label for your mushroom .. . nobody has so much as thought of It before. A big welcome to you uuder this-new name of yours, diildeen. 'Irish Fairy'," Brooklyn.—The poor fireman! That is one of tlie curses of being .fat .'. . and I suppose, you-being Irish and wicked, giggled at ..him .... .......Nut 1 expect I would have too. . . . Edward Boosio, Seatouh.—Oh, I just lovo that . one of all of you ... . ... and- it is, so beautifully clear. And the one of you. and tlio l/rouoller is most awfully good of you both! Elaine N'rcol, Pahaiitaiiui.—But of course you ■ may, Elaine girl. • Has your sheep station a namo of its own?—and aro you a tall elf or a. liny o'lel' Your name will be In the First-letter- People next week. / " ■

Storygirl," Kelhiirn.—Why,.l know those hills and that. tiny stream, girleen. . Isn't it a wonderful view from the tippy-top . . . and how many times ' did you have to cross the stream? I had to flve or six. ■Sea Nymph," Island Bay.—Then your Uiclty is a very old friend,-beloved . . . and quite, as old, or older, than you are.1 Isn't that, (liioer? . .■'.; Brave lass, to. bo still swimming. ■'■~'■ ; - ;,' ..-..' 'Pollycnna," Kelburn.— Oh fleari I forgot to tell you about the seaweed. Hot water takes all tho odour away. . . My dear, it miglit have beou any one of my King elves laugh ing at their Falrlel; but somehow I did suspect It was you,; Badness I : .■ 'Mischief," Petone:~Every ' ono of tlie Anne books, child of-"mine. "Anno of Green Gables" is the'very, first of/all, if I remember .aright. Topping, : aren't they? But. tho Montgomoryis a woman —I have an idea her name Is Elsie. 'Joe," Lower Hutt.—What a splendid train, young one. Is It the Hutt Valley one, or tho Auckland Express? I liked the mouse, too. ■RiKirTiki-Tavi," Northland.— Oh, good—and a ripping pen-name, too. I'm puzzling about whero I could have hoard it before. . . It wasn't in-the. King,'l know. Was It Kip-, ling 2 '■■■ ;

"The imp," Highland Park.—Autumn just Is making up for summer—or shall wo say that summer is staying late? She was very, very slow in visiting us this year .. . Aren't baby ducks tho prettiest : things? ','Elfin Artist," Mlramar.—Much, much cleverer people were caught on Ist April, wee tiling ... but nobody minds one bit,, really. It makes ono wide-awake for at least ono day .in tho year, doesn't it? John Lowrio. Petone.—Somebody else has taken it, youngster—lsn't that hard luck? But think of another one,, will you—and I am ' looking forward ,to tho poem. Will it bo your own "make-up"? . .. ■ Alan Bryant, P«tone.— You too, small scout: "Robin Hood" is a Ring member now. By the way, I'm quite certain you and John aro chums . ... aren't you ? ,

"Hepatica," Northland.—Now you have told mo! ami I remember that small, brave mongoose quite well. . . Isn't it delicious when you como across a strange new stamp, one that you have never heard of before! "Dream Fairy," Seatoun.—Without doubt a terribly wicked cat . . : but if you were a small and hungry Tommy, and there was a meat chop lying right under your nosewhy, I think you would bo wicked too! "Irish' Eyes," Newtown.—Ye3, , I heard about Palmerston and tho exciting rush. What a good thing ■ there was ■ another train, dear Heart! Else you might still bo sitting on a toadstool la the Palmerston fields. . . "Russian Princess," Upper Hutt—But no . surely no flower could be-quite so-tremendous as that —it's bigger than a dinner-plate 1 : Are .they . .really and truly : ?_..;..., ■...-. Hazel Richards, Petone.—So sorry, glrlee'n, but somo other elf Is "Maid Marion. How about "Blue Shoes," from the little fnlry-talo girl? Would you like that for a . pen-name instead ? '••'•.■■ Shirley Barker, Lyall Bay.—Why, Shlrley-glrl, what a darling rhyme . . .and what a trick or a Goblin ho must haw been! I wish I hud met him . . . down at 4110 bottom of . that well. . ■ ' , ' -. >' '■ "Tom Thumb," Morninjtbn.— Such lots 'or bird news from you, Hop-o'-my Thumb, that I dun't know which to choose from: Shall I shut my eyes und ju: c grab? "Princess Silver-Rose," Mlramar.—What a marvellous, marvellous birthday, little thins. Heaps of happy returns from the Fairy Mug . . . and of course from Falrlcl. "Poarl Nymph," Island Bay.— Yea, i. . and I hated that book. It was such a cruel thing. The weo drawing Is splendid Tor'.EaaUjr, and thank you for tho recipe, sea child. Jmmmiimnu.mu^.mTnnTmTTTTSSF l ß'tty BloW '' KHbllM. inuuimuii^ —j ]I!{e , j( .tremen-

dously,. , Betty-girl . . . and the wee poem too. Only ynur drawings .aro not up to (lie mark this time. "W.P.," City.— But wherever did you find a translation of tho "Sanskrit," that very ancient work? . . . .And isn't that phrase, "tho glory of action," tremendously descriptive? It fits so wonderfully well. "Form»»a," '- City.—! l'l Which week? Shall wo say Wednesday before Easter? —that sounds something really stable. . . .. Yes, I have read it; but it's tlie sort rof book you wish you hadn't—so don't, dear, unless you aro very keen; .;.,.' ; Joanna Mitchener, City —Just lovely,: darl--1 mc but - .will you both bo :.First•■-and . Second of something else? Feiri is In the King now, you .'see. M«rjaret .. M'Gresvy, City.—Noj<no- rules at all, excepting the wrlte-on-one-side-of-yqur-paper-please and send-in-your-uamc-aud-address. But, you know those already, don't you? . . .A big welcome to-you both. Charlie Edwards, Newtown.—Are' those sailor-boys up the masts and on the deck? . . . or aro they tho Fairy Ring oft for a fairy trip? Wouldn't that be the " greatest fun — and wouldn't the Makura love to have us 1 "Tabby Cat," City.— Why, what a wonderfully tidy letter! Ootnhi will havo to change her epitaph completely, because I couldn't possibly poison you after all that neatness . . . Could I? . . .1 ; was caught in ex-

"~ actly tlio same way. "Saucy Sally." Titahi Bay.—Why didn't you, beloved/ You are as wicked as your own Wiitcr-Child. Hilt I liave a suspicion that slui will slip Into a. story yet ... in fact slio's almost there now, even if Fairicl does the finishing! ... "Goldfinch," Wellington.—Your vreo bird flew in just a little too lato- ... but the camel, is all ready and waiting for his corner of the King. Wo couldn't put . him amongst the birds; but.ha quite.understands that. Gladys Harvoy. Mlramar.— l'm so sorry that that most obstinate "Only I"- crept In, because your story won't lit Into our Bird l'agc, and now I can't fit it anywhere elso ... I could not send your request to "Mlnohaha," dear, because she gavo no proper address. .:■.:.