OUR RING To-NIGHT.

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 144, 21 June 1930, Page 18

OUR RING To-NIGHT.

"Pat Marlowe," Hewtown—l'm quite sure your lady will. Patay. •". . Happy returns! It's ■Wendy's, too; . " "Sandwich." Kelburn.—Lucky child—and lucky dollyl How big Is It, pixie? :■■ "Mother*! Rosehue?," Trentham.—o. I'll watch for yout wee friend, chlldle. Is she big as you? '"...'■ "Crab Apple," Kllblrnle.—As many as you like and made-up poems are best. "Ladybird," Lyall Bay.—l don't know her 'age; and Lydla Is—o, lots bigger. Winter next, honey. • Alan Conns, Kllblrnle,—And I expo t you didn't see anything but cat all through the lcssonl "Blue-Gum." OUM.—Fat must be clever. Is be all white, or spotted? "Moon Magle," Johnsenvllle.—Why, I didn't taow they could mend a cat's broken leg. Splendid. • Jean Muncey. Nfalt.—l like sandhills, specially when they are warm In the sun. "Roster," Bonk Bay.—Sorry, but It's taken, childie. Weary Willies was a beauty, too.

"Black-Eyed Susan," Noalo.—l wonder if you won races, sweetheart. Is your birthday soon? • "Allnour," Otakl.—Poor Tabby. Was It fighting, or a thorn? Lovely, to have carnations al»Ro»y Cheek»," Kalwarra.—But I'll wager he doesn't caU jou "Auulle." That would be too bad 1 . . "Snookums," City <—The word square Is spleadid. Just what I wanted, new elf. "Bunty." Kilblrnle.—The fruits wcro right. Aren't colds the nastiest things? "Daddy'e Birlie," Berhamporcr-Parrots are like worried old men when they're excited, aren't they? . "Savoy Sally," Tltahi Bay.—She did—and I thought she might be another of you impsl O. good idea about the pictures. "Sparkler," Newtown.—Then I guessed right. I thought by his smile that he was. "Dolly Dimple," Niaio.—Do send one in. I think that's an excellent pen-name. "Red Birch," Day's Bay.—ls there Just one more part, darling You're copying it beautifully.

"Printer." Ptrtdlia^-'THhi PfMter," t/B Falrlel, would do, and ITpTorward your letters. But'send me your proper name.

"N.0.C.." Lewer Hatt-The snap Is Just ripping of all of you. The bunny should have been there too.

"Bed Coral," L«we> Hutt—Didn't you like the • aongs In that picture?—or was It silent at KUbirnie? , John Deyle. Petone.—l'm glad your "Terror" isn't truly real,, young John. A good story. "Daddy1 * Rotebu*." Kilblnile^-Wasn't Jt cold at the Park, darling?—but It sounds a nice placo. "Yellow King," Lower Hrtt—Then your school must be near the.btach. youngster. Is it? "Dana," tewer Hutt—o, it's a good f Idea to collect them early. Isn't basket-ball splen!did fun? :■:■■• • "Fleet-Foot," Lewer Hlrtt—Lucky boy. You'll have great games at play-time. When is It coming? "Micky The Meuse," City.—Such good writing for six years old. la the football large

"Turkish Imp," Clty.«-Surely you may. Imp, ' but send your proper name, age, and address. "Anne «' the Ferry." City.—So sorry, Anne— but I'll look forward to next week. "Huokleberry Finn," BreeWyn.—That would be fun; only perhaps she doesn't get the Bint there, honey. "Highland Heather," Tefneme.—A , made-up book of paintings, puzzles, stories—o, anything that children like. When will the snapa CODJG? : "Moon Meth," Mlramar.—Poor petsl Perhaps they both caught colds with the cold weather. "Inawa." Mlramar.—lt must wait Its turn, new one, but it will go in. "Dc-Dc," Eattbourn..—l think "Mo-mo" must have helped you choose your name, darling. "Rose Petal." Voneltown.—O, I want the rest of that story! Is it your "make-up"? "Dutch Doll." Noaio.—No, just cut-out pictures and stories, wee thing.. . Carmel Cremlni. Kllblrnle.—Will "Greenwing" do instead, wee one? "Bedwlngs" Is taken. Maudie Mark, Mlramar.—Would you like "Goblin Green"! That doesn't belong yet.