OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 115, 17 May 1930, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

FIRST-LETTER PEOPLE. Roma Constable City "Mushroom" , w , Lyall Bay "Topsy" ......,, ~ ~ Thorndon "The Baf « City Mick Harrison . L . Miramar "Carllngford" .................. Masterton "Tumble-Toe*"" ...,i,... City "June Margot" , City "Mary Dugan" Newtown "Eeyore" Kelbupn "Flying Ace" ...,.,,..;.:.......... Kllbirtiie "Fleetfoot" Lower Hutt "Little Nell" ...!.,..... , City "Trlxle" City "Fairy Dancer" .' « City Muriel Alcock .' Lyall Bay "Tarzan" City "Redblrch". Day's Bay Carol Ayers .....Lyall Bay "Red Knight" Petone "Wendy," Wellington.—Happy holiday, Wends . . and it is a precious scrap-book—just precious., . "River Spirit," Island Bay.—Dear one, we arc getting a wee bit tired of "Jumbles." Haven't you something new? "Three Live Ghosts," Island Bay.—o—now I understand. But I still want your names-and-addresses,. I do. Leila Bates, Lower Hutt.—Much better, when you forget who you are I That's • terribly awkward. . . They aro not quite good enough, beloved. "Bushranger," Belmont.—l liked It, only it came—o. so much too late, Bushranger. Be earlier next time. , "Eeyore," Kelburn.—A so much better name . . ." but how' sad that you are going away. elf. ■ . "Flying Ace," Kllblrnfe.—l'll ask him, young one, but he's, several years older than you. Proper name, please. "Tiddly Wink," Kelburn.—lt must be a splendid book, little thing. Was that your own story? '■Alice In Wonderland," Trentham.—Peter Pan had It too; but you are both better again now. "Joan of Are," Miramar.—We all hate colds, little thing . . but they're soon away. That's "Drop the Handkerchief," isn't it? "Bubbles," Lower Hutt—But you must choose another pen-name, small one. And send your right name too. Roma Constable, City.—o, that's lovely. Where do you live, Eoma-child? But, of course, I'm real, dear heart. "English Rose," Lower Hutt.—That's a quaint story, and I like it. When is the next part coming? "Mushroom," Lyall Bay."—Why, yes ... and a big welcome. But your story was too short, new one. Could you do it again, longer? . "Twilight" Lower' Hutt.—lsn't it fun, coming across your own especial name? Yours is a dear one. "Redblrch," Day's Bay.—o, I loves that penname, much betcr than the others. It's Just precious, . , "Rosy-Posy," Eastbourne.—The other name Is . talcen, small thing .. . and anyway, your i own Is much prettier, don't you think? Beverley Black, Karori,—"Land of Story Books" wns the only one I knew of your collection, Beverloy-Kirl. I)o you do Cautionary Tales too? "Tarzan," City.—But 1 don't know it, elf. More about you, please.

"Goldfinch," City.—So you liked It, chlldeen? ' That's good. Yes, yours is qulte^safe. "Pensive," Kelhurni—A really new '/Thlmr Twice" at last—and1 a really funny "Smllo Awhile." Just splendid, glrleen. . ''Daddy's Rosebud," Kllblrni*.—Why, no, i, don't think our small flowers would be jealous, beloved. After all, the leaves belong to them. . ■...'■ "Topsy," Thorndon.—Yes, I've read it, but ' only in. bits. . . . Isn't skating fun? "The Bat," City.—Qh, good, youngster. About 800 or 000 words, but not more. Mick Harrison, Mlramar.—l know him too, I think, Mick ... but remember I'm a busy person. . . . "The Printer," Paradise.—We all hopes that, every one of us, kiddie. War is a cruel game. "La Petlts Fill*,"' City .—Why, 'course I knew, little one. Fairies guess easily, you know. "Peter Pan," Wadwtown.—o, " but I'm' Irish every day of the week I I couldn't promise about the photos. Imp. That Walk must have been fun. ' / ' "Kincora," Judjeford.—Not another Bird Page for a whole year, sweet. . . . Would "Maggie" do for your bird? "Carlingford," Masterton.—Cavell would make a splendid pen-friond, young- one. You'll see. his address next week. "Lydia of the Plne»," Kelburn.—l'm so Borry about the poor hand . . . but glad you liked the Page. Urn . ... I liked "GoldDiggers" too. O, do pop. "Mako-Mako," Khandallah.—Why, you are climbing high with your Brownies—and the notes are excellent this time. Please pass on your games too. "The Wanderer," Porlrua.—Collect pictures, and paint them, and paste thorn in a scrapbook for the Children's Ward at the Hospital, beloved. You'll see it in to-night's letter. "Sunray," Martlnboroujh.—O, third Is good for standard VI. 1 hope you find your penfriend child. "Tumble-Toes," City.—Fairlol saw the applebobbing and the musical hoops too, darling, Wasn't it fun? "June Maroot," City.—She Is ,14, new elf. Wouldn't you choose somebody littler? . . . I like "Walking" tremendously. "Mary Dugan," Newtown.—l can't find your mushroom, colleen. Have you written before? And tell my "Clara" to choose another name. "Kingfisher Blue," CMy.—l wondered where my bird-girl had flown to. A wonderful time you had, dear one. "White Heron," Petone.—That was a wee chapter, lad. What's going to happen next? "Cabanda," Lower Hutt,—o, Cabandal Wore you asking mo that donkey riddle? Wickedness I ■ ■ ■.

"Pollyanna," Kelburn.—But I was then also, elf . . /last Saturday. And all over the hills too. Why didn't I find you? •■Tommy," Kelburn.—o, good man I Have you painted in it as well, or just pasted? "Storyolrl." Kelburni—He ■ must have liked our Littlest as puch as we and the fairies 'do, dear, heart.' \ :■•;.'-;;','•' . ■ . "Purple Pansy," Seatoun.—When are you going to1 send it to me, my elf? 0, do tell what your report said: Edward Boojle, Seatoun.—l really think you are lucky, you imps ' . . . all those holidays I The scrap-book sounds fine. "Ken," Se»toun.—And that's tlio vpoetry I was hunting for everywhere, and couldn't remember I .. ..j. so I had to make up a different one. Every so many happy returns, Ken. Margaret Stewart, RpngottL-^That's a precious story, girleen, and we'll love it for the King. I'm sure I should like Toby. .V. "Savoy Sally," Tltahl Bty.—Somebody values our Versemakers, then. Did1 you notice the name of the paper,, Sally-girl? "Fleetfoofc" Lower Hutt—You must have had a splendid birthday, young one. Good wishes from the Blng. \ "Dana," Lower Hurt.—A fragrant, autumny ■: spot your garden must be, child. Chrysan- - ' therauras have wonderful colours. "Little Nell," City.—Not taken, beloved .. . nnd it doesn't matter about the Kathleen name now. Some lines are very good, but not all. . . "Trixie," City.—No rules, little new one. Poor Dobin. Who wrote him, do you know? "Yellow Kino." Lower Hutt.—Your Majesty is almost a stranger—but I haven't forgotten you. "Winnle-the-Pooh," Roseneath.—Yes, bring it, sweetheart. Verse One Is excellent; verse Two not so good . . . and I like the drawing. "Pineapple," Thorndon.—Then "Plneapplo" is Just right. You couldn't possibly have chosen anything else, could you? "Mermaid," Thorndon.—o. the fairies haven't been looking after my Mermaid ... for I'm quite sure eleven Is not unlucky. "Pat Marlowe," Newtown.—Your story must all be written again, darling, before It could be used You know—the one-side-of-your-paper-please rule. "Hinemoa," Khandallah.—Baby rats are pretty, but biß rats b-r-r-r 11 I'm afraid I don't like them, lassie. "Daddy's Birdie," Berh»nipor».—Are those Wind Fairies busy, or arc they Just up to mischief, do you think? They are such Imps at times. ( "Thistleblow," City.—l'm waiting for the rest of your address, please, chlldle. The "Postlo" could never find you.

BEQUESTS "I would like Tui to write to me." "WHITE HERON." 17, Islington afreet, Petone. "Please will Storygirl write?" "BIRO-RIRO." 42, Norway street, Kelburn. "Please will somebody about 12 write to me?" - N "BONZO." 177, Aro street, City. "Lady of Shalott, will you send me a letter?" "DISMAL DESMOND." 243, The Terrace, City. "Fairiel, ask Lady Rowena to write to me, please." ROMA HOGGARD. 11, Bridgo street, Lower Hutt. "Gloria' Robertson, will you write to me?" EILEEN DEVITT. Taita. Carol Ayors, Lyall ' Bay.—Sweet, you see we have her already. Will you tHlnk again? Many welcomes to you both. "Russian Princess," Upper Hutt.—For tho cookIng or tho flowor shows, Rirlio ? But you'd ; be too young for a_ cook, I_expect. '■Sea Nymph," Island' Bay.—All tho lights of Wellington—"a slowing heap of Jewels In a negro's palm" . .' . -They aro wonderful, sea child. Douglas Purdle, Karori.—Laddie, what a beautiful surprise 1 I do llko my blue and yellow cat . . . awfully. "Sparkler," Ncwtown.—Why, Sparkler, I hadn't guessed that, ono bit. ■ I think I must hare morning tea now I "Rose Queen," Palmerston .North.—l thought ' you would llko' it—and how interesting "The Enchanted Fish" must be. Really exciting. "Tui," Petono.—Holidny-tlmo must bo picturetime for you, young one. . . And aren't the bush fantalls tame? "Sailor Boy," Upper Hutt.—What fun I It sounds like Red Indians and wig-warns and all kinds of adventures. "Red Knioht," Petone.—Did you score one point a goal, then, my small scout? It didn't sound like Rugger scoring. , "Buddy," Upper Hutt—Where Is this bush that you go to, chicken? It must be the loveliest place for your games. ■ • "Scotch Lassie," Newtown.—More than a hundred a week as a rule, my maid: so you see they must bo started early. ' Muriel Alcock, Lyall Bay,—Dear one, you'll have to choose again. "Tlnkorbell" and "Maid Marlon" aro both unlucky. Yes, a Winter Page later. "Leveret," Maori Batik.—Yes, they're queer birds, but I'v,e never seen them quarrelling. One for sorrow, two for joy, isn't. it ? "Dream Fairy," Seatoun.—They are pretty, the golden tilings. I think thoy must be the falrlos' Christmas trees. "Fairy Brown-Eyes," Petone.—lt sounds a good book. Do you remember who wrote it? "Anne o' the Ferry," City.—Sho will be excited. There's nothing so nice as an unoxpected letter.