OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 138, 14 June 1930, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

.]|!!MII!iWHIfflllfl!»i!]l«i!lllil!IB!llilli!lllii!l»!llll!illini "Sparkler^': Newtown.—l think VI-■ do. Is lie little or big? Then I'll know :for sure. "Neddy," Eastbourne.—Then somebody writes your letter, for you, young 'scout. Is it Rosy-Posy?..;', , ■■ .'■■-, :'■■■.:. ,-,■■ "Rqsy-Posy," Eastbourne.—About; ; ten; and her first name is" Hilda; . • .: Gracious, no. You're one of the little people. "Sailor' Jlmmy,^ Eastbourne.—That was 'cuto of her. Was it a large-size dog? "Stdry-Wrlter," City.—Kitties make splendid pets—but they' do get spoilt, I know. Edward Boosie, Seatoiin.—But you see him every day. What about "Tul"i or "Fleetfoot"?.. ... "Purple Pansy," Seatoun.—Are you big enough to read books yourself. Precious? You're such a wee person. , "Ken," Seatoun,—Why, • tuero were moro books, Ken boy. I just didn't know. "Hinemoa," Khandallah.—l will. We haven-t had one for a long while. "Wisp-o'-Mlst,'f • City.—"Disraeli" wag splendid—and yes, i the Winter Page Is on the ' way, ■•■ ' ,' . ' . Nooioen Daily, Porirua.—But you couldn't find the hidden names, could you? It wa3 a harder "Think Twice." ■ "Red-Cap," Miraniar.—Really It came because of ryour scrap-book: but fine to strike your birthday too. Eunice Nanklvell, Petone.—Time we found . you a pen-name, darling, and a pen-mend. ' Wendy is lots, bigger than you. ' ' "Pensive," Kelburn.—Yes, you did quite rightly, childeen. 'That was a wonderful "ThV*Pr!nter," Paradise-r-But-supposing they want to reply, how.will tbey find you, elf?

"Mother's Blaht Hand," | lit Lower Hutt—The wee » bit of versa Is good. Did you make it up? "Blighty," . Levin.— 'Courso we will, and it was a good letter. Proper name, please, elf. ... ,; ' '.- '. "Tui," Patom.—^Thousands, young one? That's a large num-,-berl The Ringer al- , ready belongs. "Eastern Slave," Thorh--1 don.. — Everybody's couldn't go in, dear one. I do like., the story. . "Rosa Petal," Vonel- . town.—What a beautifully Scotch Smilo ~ Awhile I. . . A big welcome, lassie. Mary Cosens, City.—He must bo very little if he's littler than you, beloved. ■•-■■' "Blue Gumi" : Otakl.— We'd love you to. Is '■ the llttlo dog coming in your next letter Joan La Roche, Kllblrnlo.—Will you think again for a penname, glrleon? That; one belongs. , "Storyglrl," Kelburn.— Is.it a "make-up" or from a book. Storypirl? Make-up. I think. . "Tabbyskin," Brooklyn. —That's finite a new name, little thing. However did you think it? "Colloon Mooro," Brooklyn. — That sounds a terribly nice cool drink, childto. I shall try it .my own .self. •• Nola Morcer, Kilbirnio. • —Send anything good with your letter, dear heart. Scrapbook,)

: too. Would "Fire-1 SmM«rV'° ■ iUStCad ■ 0filiEilllilillllHllilli!llll^l»ll»li»i "Brownlo Helpful," Newtown.—l suppose the Ink-bottlo. tipped all over it 1 Mine. does too. "Ragged Robin," Mlramar.—She surely has come, In her white ..cown. . . "The Gipsy" Is sweet. ■ . "Bitow," City.— o, 1 like Bilow quite the . best. We've had' the "Too Wise" already, glrlio..-. •■■.•. ■. ; , .... ■ "Joe," Lower Hurt. —A ripping bunny. Are those lettuces Inside hi.3 cage? ; "Sunset Mist" Lower Witt.—l've read the princess brick, chick. 0' but even wet days are fun. .: ■' '■','. ■>'. : "Mothor's Rosebud," ' Trentham:—ls Daphne one,'of the King?- I don't think I know her. "Rod Birch," Day's Bay.—Please . send in the rest. It's just right for the King. , "Aunt Sally," Lower' Hutt.—tJJo rules; "childie, but send In something of ypur own.. '■• "Water Baby,": Kilblrnlc Indian ink <sr pencil, 'on plain: paper,' wee. one.; Tlio ' recipe wiU-.m soon. .... ~ , ■>■„. ; ....■■ "Allnour,"..d'takl.r-Of about 800 now—and no : rules at all, my elf. . . "very wet I "Redwing," City.—And'where did you go and what dieT you do? ... Yes, a painting quito soon. "Fleecy Clouds." Lower Hutt.—lt will go in next week, dear one. "Formosa," City.—SchoolV 0. 1 fell in. and out of rows mostly—but don't teil! "Gum-Nut," Otaki.—Nearly all, but, not "The' ; Singing" Fish." .'. Winter Tnge next, pixie. ■ ' ■ ■ .- "Daduys Rosebud," Klibirnie.—That's r splondid idea. little one. Put some Binsstories in with your pictures. j

"Carlingford," Mastfrton.—So Very dainty, but ,too big for the Ring, elf o' mine. "Mo-Mo," Kllbirnle.—The last verse Is not quite so good, only too nice to changa. John Doyle, Peton*.—Really your very first, youngster? It'» a beauty, then. ■ . . "Robin Red-BrM»t," WadMtown.—And It , came out quite well,. too—lots better than . wo expected. .. "Oiieen o' the Hills," B«lrnonk—■Quite all right, and much moro fun. There may be room for Bonzo. ■■'■■■';■ . "Golden Buttercup," Porirua.—lt's a pretty name, child. Have you another one also? "Leveret," Upp«r Hutt—l expect Dinky was. Poor Jack. It's horrid to lose a pet. "Topsy-Turvy," Ohau.—Do you have It both play-times or just In tho morning, honey V "Luoky Jack," NgaW/—Very lucky, to have a swing of; your trtra. Aren't they fun? "Fiddlesticks," Ohau.—l'm afraid i(.'a taben,: lass. Did you truly eat them raw? , "Pippin." Kilbirnl*.—That one is lucky, childeen. What is thrift like? . "Dew Fairy," Lower Hutt—ittmTe quite* right, i sweetness.' Did you send a letter to her?

"Queen o' «hs May," Porirua.—l'd liico to make it myself. Tho directions lire beautifully "Aladdin," Lower Hutt.—ls it the yellow or tho purple kind; laddie? It's early. "Dana," Lower Hutt.—What a very queer family I Did you see the new Hon cubs? "Fleet-foot," Lower Hutt—Yes. Dana showed me who was who In your photograph. "Yellow Kind," Lower Hutt—So you had a fine time, too. That was a long walk, young ono. Joan Hardyment, Lower Hutt.—Something elso, Joan, child. "Redwing" belongs already. "The Imp," Highland Park.—"Bagged Robin" is your size, Imp. The first verse is best. "Droam Fairy," Seatoun.—o, but she Is 14, wee thing. STbu want somebody littler. "Rose Fairy," Brooklyn^—Why, that will be splendid. You'ro a wonderful elf. "Crab-Apple," Kllbirnl*.—Not this week, clear heart, but very, soon. I like it. "Silver Kino," Lower HuM.—No, I haven't forgotten, young man. It goes In next week, . : • . ■ ■ ■■ "Little," Lower Hutt.—Did you truly make that elephant yourself, Imp? He's great.

■uiininiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiHffi' "Squeak," Lower Hutt.—A ripping letter, Squeak. I always look- for yours when tha Postie comes. , . "Wild Rose," Lower Hutt.—o, Ido hope you pass! And you might meet : Sea Nymph "Princess Fatlma," , Khandallah.—l49, Main -street, libwer Hutt, ladybird.'- Too, too cold .for swimming .nowl :■■■ " '-■■ '- ' "Maple Leaf," Seatoun^—He must to clever, but haven't you a dog of your own! "Bonzo," City.—No, I was off to the Hospital with the Fairy Ring that day, kiddie. "Russian Prlnoess," Upper Hutt.—Were you just picnicking, or exploring, or finding mushrooms, eliln child? "The Bat," City.—lt doesn't need lengthening, young man. Are you. going to finish tho other serial you started? "Savoy Sally," Titahl Bay.—"Singing In The Rain" was written for you, I'm certain, my Sally. ■ ' / ■■ ' ; "Cabanda," Lower Hutt.-Is that the first of Shakespeare's you've done, honey-bitur You'll like him immensely, I think. "Baby Bunting," Miramar.—Just love you to join. I wonder if there's a small enough mushroom? "Quten o' the May," Porirua.-That's the end of It, Isn't It, fairy one? It looks exciting. "Wendy," Wadestown.—You look quite lost without your "Wellington," sweetheart. O, best of birthday wlshos! "Mummle's Man," Clty.-Not a bit too small for. a scrapbook, laddie. It's just fine hav"EmUyy°of New Moon." NorthMnd._O, the Dreamland ono best, dear; but both are sood> Mona Hodgmw, Kilbir-:,

nle.—Your name was unlucfey, too. How about "Moppet" for you and "Mittens" for Joan? Wllma M'Lennan, Kitblrnie.—All the Blossom names are taken, sweot. Will you be "Tom Kitten"! . "South Sea Rcm," Kel- - burn.—Much prettier, and I like it better. , . . lots. "Snowflake," Island Bay.—A dainty story ... We'll put it In the King. "Sunny Tennessee," Lyall Bay.—Fine, if it's a clew photo,, Mddie. .. 0, strong paper for tho scrapbook. "Anne o' the Ferry," —City. — "Information" would tell you that address, Anne girl. Alsatians are ripping. i "Watersprite," Kelburn. —Who did the drawing, and who did the poetry? They're darling. "Daddy's Birdie," Berhampore.—No, I didn't seq them, honey. They \tmist have looked wonderful.' , . ; ;'■ "Rory O'Moore," Island Bay.—Not lost, but coming soon, you tlnlcer. I'd like to steal -Glen! "The Wani!er«r,:Porirua. .—Of. ; course you ;. wouldn't, elf.'. He ■was just scared of all '/mortals. . . •/. Gladys Harvey, ■ M Ira-jnar.-*Jack:-i: .'..Frost thinks' it's-f time his , story was; used, dear "Fairy .Trateiii". Upper Hutt.—ls'that right, : fairy one? Your wit-

_.„_„„_„,„_ •tuininiiH'i i°B was a- woo bit ■lillil.illißlliliHlliiß llliHIillBil! snm dged. "Huckleberry Finn," Brooklyn.—There may ' bo ono on tho Winter i'agc. Is that soon enough t "Irish Fairy," Brooklyn*—iAncl did youhavo a win against Ngalo, colleen? Whore do you play? "Pollyanna," Kelburn.—Jonquils and daphne. Child I . . • You make mo wistful for Spring. "L'ydia of the Pines," Kelburn.—o, much more than once, but not every woe lt. .. . Was tho book Jeffrey Farad's? Ragged ltobln Is —and It means rain I "Anne of Green Gables," City.—lt's good but you want to make your lines a little thicker, Anne. "Hoart of Gold," Seatoun.—When Is your party beloved —or Is It over now? "Joslo," Tokomaru. —0, Joslel And did they tease you awfully about It, llttlo thing? ■'Mrs. Jarvls," Murital.—lt was Just too late this week, dear one. I'll put it in next, "nosy Cheeks," Kalwarra.—Why, we'd love you to Join us, chick. I think Pom is the favourite, Isn't ho ? "Winter Robin," Kelburn.—l'm glad you've joined us—and I do like your name. "Soa Kymph, Island Bay.—Writo and ask her, sea child. 60, Onepu road, Kllblrnie. I mustn't tell t "Joanio of Lilac-time." Brooklyn.—Xo, t haven't noticed it, now one. What, kind of sports? Patricia Austin, Noaio. —Surely you may. How old. are you, my now plsie? "Tho Wanderer," 'Porlrua.—First-letter people aro the new elves, sweetheart. You clever small builders!