OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 35, 9 August 1930, Page 20

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

"Princess Snowflaka," Petone.—That wee verso we must keep for the Spring, I think. "Sand" Fairy," Lower Hutt.—lt's a. real little Irish sum, the good luck one. "Greenhlll," Lower Hutt.—Dear, you can't change; and write one side of your paper. "Gipsy Queen," Lower Hutt.—o, I missed the monkeys. Were they in the circus? Mary. Phillips, Newtown.—But we havo a "Bubbles" now, honey. Choose again. "Hie'land Thistle," Kelburn.—Why, yes. beloved. A prickly name, but a good one. "Ssndwioh," Kelburn,—But you can print already. Who taught you that, pixie? Beryl French, Petone.—That's just fine. Are you making up'the story yourself? "Lydia of the Pines," Kelburn.—ln two weeks, lass. Have you something for it? "Anonymous," City.—Quite right: only yours was an • after-Wednesday. letter. "Ariel," Otaki.—"Kelpie" is new. I haven't seen "Chums," but it sounds thrilling. "Kinoora," Judaeford.—Some time this month, girleen. That is a. good idea. "Noreen," Nelson.—We'd love you to join, child. It's a dainty name you're chosen. "Rory o' Moore," Island Bay.—Apologies to Bruce i Q, I'm looking forward to it. Imp. "Red Birch," Day's Bay.—Childie, someone has sent them in before. Charlie Edwards, Newtown A ripping ship, lad, but not good enough yet for the Bine. "Pearl-Eye," Lower Hutt.—Did you send some! Xlion they., will surely be in soon. "Fairy Queen," City.—Chick, you must choose another namo. That one belongs already. "Elfin Looks," Seatoun.—Why, just love you to. Aren't you sad that she's gone ? "Aurora," Island Bay.—Anyone whatever, little one, and whenever you like. "Golden Shawl," Karori.—Then you're a clever piiie. Do send it to me. "Wenonah," Island Bay.—lt's a, darling, singing uanio. What does it mean, sweetheart? Geoffrey Coleman, City.—We'll put it In for the Kain Man. Choose another name, lad. Joyce Jamieion, Mariri.—But it Is, preciou3. Would youllko "Silver-Shoes" instead? "Wattle Bloom," Eastbourne.—o, what was.' ' your frock like ? All reds and browns ? "Bulldog." Island Bay.—l'm certain you're new. You won't frighten our elves, will you ? "Oomhl," City.—l know!—" The Pussy-Willow whispers to the Catkins." That right? "Miss Mischief," City.—l expect Pat thought you were playing a new game, nixie. "Miranda." Kllblrnle.—lt will do beautifully. Bid you see thn clever dogs? "Daddies Birdie," Berhamporo.—First time you've. been monitor, darling ? How important! "Freosla," Newlands.—Many thanks, darling, livery weo : scrap is. welcome. "Avis," Newtown.—There's plenty and plenty of room, hut no time for letters, girleen. "King Cole," Berhampore.—New things—yes! There's a very special thrill in them. "Joo," Lower Hutt.—o, I like the lighthouse • on top of. the great black rock, laddie. '"Tre« Bon," Mlramar.—Where was your garden then, child? Are you an Australian lassie? "HlghlaitJ Lassie," Jlgaio.—o, but you ha-ren't, child. What did you mean? "Sunset" Carterton.—The Town elves are envying you and your snowman, Sweet, Peggy Altfcen, Miramar.—"Topsy" belongs, so choose again. Pegs. And send your address. "Wee One," Mlramar.;—But 'course you'ro not forgotton, elf. 0, whooping cough is horrid 1 "Sunset Mist," Lower Hutt.—Yours were wideopen eyes that morning, sweetheart. "RippllftO Water," Lower Hutt.—Such fun It must be, too, Bkl-lng In those snowflelds. "Tulip," Hataitar.—A welcome from us all. Your name makes me wisli for Spring. "Fern Fairy." Island Bay.—lt's a wee bit shorter, 'cos I can squeeze in more answer. "Mummy's Man," City.—l'd just lovo you to tell me, please. 0, I didn't see it. "Ocean Spray," Newtown.—Aren't the monkeys mischiefs? I liked that picture, too. "Hearty," Newtown.—lt's a jolU' name. You write bountifully, little now one.

"April," Lyall Bay.—Then paint It, ladybird, and send it to me for my scrapbook. "Red Shadow," City.—You must, tf they think so; but I like it tremendously. "Droam Fairy," Seatoun.r—A -wonderful way to Ko. And wonderful things you'll see. "Dc-Dc," Eastbourne. —Much better stories in it than in, "Tiser Tim,", aren't there?. "Madame X," Eastbourne.—lC was worth anothtT try, dear. It's very good. "The Imp," Highland Park.—Not "animally" enough for that uage. Imp, dear. "Storyglrl," Kelburn.—The windy month of . "March, ■if you must know, honey. "Sparkler," Newtown.—lt's a darling piece. I'd lovjo1 to live in a pinky shell. ." "Printer," Paradise.—At any stationer's. Use a very fine brush-, not a. pen, dear. "Kcwpie," Levin.—l'll want the nearly-Siring unes soon, kiddie. Tes: "Flying Fairy." "Mountain Princo," Lower Hutt.—night, small scout. Have you a football of your oivh ? • . I

"Valentine," Newtown.—o, Valentine, where did you find them? Such* riddles 1 "June Rose," City.—Why,- darling, wo'd all iovo you to. Which clve3 were they? "Sea Foam,!' Kaiwarra.—Ye3, I haven't forgotten her. How old aro you and Molly? "ropsie," Ngaio.—They're splendid, Init I'll have to draw them littler for the King. "Crystal Dew," Island Bay.—No changing, I'm afraid, lass; and "Printer" is a secret. "Dolly pimple," Ngaio.—A pretty idea, but the birds have had their turn, girlie. "Brownie Holpful," Newtown. —Somebody must have known us to write it. Elf. "Rob Roy." Levin.—Can you truly see Ermont? I thought it was 'way out of sight. Billy Mason, Island Bay.—An electric torch,. Billy? You lucky chap. , ■ : : "Miss Billy." Petone.—Good verse. Hilly,, but an old subject. • Try something newer. Max Patterson, Petone.—lt's rather long, laddie. What about "Itlver King" instead?

Edward Boosie, Seatoun. —Laddie, your letters never readied me. I missed them awfully. "Ken," Seatoun.—l'll try and find out what became of them, Ken. It's a mystery. "Purple Pansy," Seatoun.—Truly it was a cumboot ami sou-wester week, darling:."Princess o' the Mist," Petone.—l'm afraid he'll be too big, pixie, but we'll .see. : "Rags and Tatters," Petone.—For two wholq years and three months, young one. "Trixie," City.—A great day,, elf; but it ..must havo been cold on the sandhills. ' : ■. "Hinemoa," Khandallah.—Childie, you were splendid company. Tiger will be pleased. Deirdre Scott, Te Horo.—Jack is too busy; but Lady Spring will chase him away. "Leone," Miramar.—"Hegel" sent that recipe, dear one. Can you tind another? "Joan of Arc," Miramar.—Yes, but she's only eight. She's a wee elf. "Daddy's Rosebud," Kilbirnie.—But answers' are hard to find that way, girlie. "Goldilocks," City.—And'lt's. Quite the host, sweetheart, 'specially verso one. "Spanish Dancer," City.—Bad luck, but never mind. Did you send a full address?' "Kathleen Mavourneen," N»aio.—That's good too; but use white paper next time, dear. ■ [ "Greenwings," Kilbirnie.—You must '. have caught it asleep! It's been so rough lately. "Kingsford Smith," Kilbirnie—Can you sparo them, son? They'd just love them. "White Pheasant" Eastbourne.—But this one was ever so early. "Very first mall. "Bonzo," City.—Two have come. I'll read them soon as over I can, chick. "Wanderer," Porirua.—o, lam glad you saw them, too. "Gruff" is a dear. "Ragged Robin," Miramar.—Sweet, you saw the fairy things of the bush, that day. "Irish Mary," Miramar.—At last, colleen I Sure, and I've been missing you for weeks. "Lochinvar," Petone.—Yes, all tho "Anne" books, I think, except tho very last. "Cabbage-Top," Petone.—They must have been splendid dresses. Did mother inako them? "White Elephant," Petone.—But yours sounds prettiest, elf, even if it wasn't a prize one. "Saucy Sally," Wadestown.—Darling— doesn't it look strange? But much, much nearer. "Chick," Petone.—Write ono side of your paper. Chick, if your jokes are Ring ones. "Never-Bird," Northland.—Kingfishers are boautiful things, but terribly shy. "Littlo," Lower Hurt—But all kittens are cruel, small one. They're just made that way. "Brown Owl," Island Bay.—Did you have bis seas and whlto waves last week, birdgirl? "Ju-ju," Eastbourne.—And I adore Suzanne. That reclpo we've had before, Ju-Ju. "L'Oisoleur," Karori.—l think that wliara of yours If in Fairyland, dear one. "Hula Feathor," City.—Have you read the Penrod books, too? You'd like those. "Pollyanna," Kelburn.—Yes, it's thrilling about Sally. I won't, but do tell why. "Fairy Vale." Lower Hurt.—The "wake-up-early" bit? I liked It tremendously, too. "The Duchess," Kilbirnlo.—Why, they're ever si> much better coloured. Thank you, elf. "Mioky the Mouse," City.—But what furl No wpnd»v you like the aerodrome. "Starlight," City.—'Course I remember now. I'll find room soon A3 I can. "Water-Baby," Kilbirnie.—lt's beautiful, but sadly, I know there won't be room. "Emily of New Moon." Northland.—They'll show you the way, pixie. Just tell me when. "Colonel Bogey," Kelburn.—Then they must certainly, go in soon; 48,000 at least I "Pat Marlowo," Newtown.—They're all out of focus from the side. What a pity. "Writer," Paradise.—Darling, I'm afraid not. They'd bo expecting one overy week! "Princess Rosalind," Island Bay.—Exams—yes I Ever ami ever so many of them. "Dismal Desmond," City.—Throe pages, kiddie. Tell mo what time to listen-in.-"Midget," Kilbirnie.—Did she tret there safely in tho end, liltlo one? I liopo so. "Baby-Face," Pahautanui.—Just cold as lcol \i> badges, pixie, and no ago' limit. "Bluo Moon," City.—Tou never can tell with sums. J.'m llkiug that story, too.