OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 132, 6 June 1931, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

"NEW MUSHROOMS NEEDED FOR . . ." "Uskido" (6) Hataitai "Ducky-Daddies" Kelburn "Periwinkle" (10) , City "Shining Cloud" Tangowahine "Flippy Frog" (7) Miramar Lorna Kemp (12) City "Little Gladness" (9) Karori "May M'Avoy" (13) Trentham "Bettlna" (I) Berhampore "Lellklnt" (4) Miramar "Cam Brea" Seatoun "LalH" (14) Trentham Biggest of welcomes to all of you; and afterWednesday letters will bo answered next week. FAIRIEL.

All Letters to be addressed i Very Oleaily to ; -FAIRIEL, • The Fairy Ring,'Evening Post.

"Flower Girl," Trentham.—That was a longago letter, honey. Tho' moon's quite old now. P. Prendergast, Trentham.—Found a new name yet, elf? What aro tho kittens called? "Sea Jewel," Trentham.—Lovely In summer. ... but horrid to bo a flsh Just now. "Sllver-Toos," Trentham.—Truly, have you? Can you play real tunea od it yet? "Smut," Trentham 0, 1 hope It wasn't a "knock-out." Did you hit the ball? "Queen ' of the Lilies," Trentham.—But how unlucky 1 Aro you quite better again? "Amy Johnson," City.—l'm 'fraid the small Susan girl can't keep up as it Is, Fay. "Usklde," Hataltal.—lt doesn't quite rhyme, but It's tremendously good, all the same. "La Danseuse," Petone.—Too late for tho Gift List, dear one . . . but they're beautiful. "Queenie Paul," Ntwtown.—l will, chick. It shall bo in the "Please" to-night. "Mother's Maid," Trentham.—Ho wouldn't understand . . . but p'raps bo's only playing. "Fairy Bluebell," Trentham.—Thoy'ro such yellow glories . . . like sun in tho room. "Ducky-Daddies," Kelburn.—How-do-you-do, new one ? Tell me who you really are. "Cathie," City.—Sad that I had to run away . but I saw you, at any rate. "Eidelwelss," City.—But you don't look nearly eleven! Are you a fairy child ? "Savoy Sally," Wadestown.—Mischievous ones! I'll talk poetry to you when you come. "Daffodil Queen," Vogeltown.—lt was a queer idea . . but I like Jim. Don't you?

'Jacko tho Monko," Newtown.—l 'spect you went too. It's always fun to wattli. "Dolly Varden," Tokomaru.—o, but make mummy flnd tho Fairy iting when you do. "Tiny Tim," Nowtown.—Was the football exciting? Which was the best game? 'Fairy Ripples," Karori.—You do puzzles just when you want to, little elf. 'Dawn Child," Paraparaumu.—l made It right. beloved. I hope you'll like It. 'Starling." Petone.—Tell me about your patrol, and your colours and emblem. "Flippy Frog," Miramar.—A darling weo verso, but tho drawing's not very clear. "Lydia," Kelbum.—-That's tremendously nice. Have you each other's photos? "Royal Star," Ngalo.—Yes, send them when you do them, elf. Dear pixies In your note. "Indian Chief," Potone.—A great "Smilo Awhile." I wonder what the teacher said! "IHavourneen," Borhamporo.—Didn't you lovo the'party stories? I did. Immensely. "Don Pedro," Island Bay.—She's so very weo for letters. . . . 'Course, Betty can join. "Golden Toes," Trentham.—Were they good jumpers? Gorse is so 'stremoly prickly I

"Franchotte," Petone.—We've had tboso birds, lass. T^y somo jumbled trees. "Kirn," Petono.—Wo'ro truly an enormous family. "Kirn" Is a bad small native. "Russian Princess," Upper Hutt.—Horrid if she leaves I know she's a "special." , 'Aladdin," Lower Hutt.—Why, they must bo tamo fellows. Do they lay eggs yet? "Yellow King," Lower Hutt Shortest day soon . . but then the long days follow. "Dana," Lower Hutt.—l like tho sky holding its breath before the rail] pelts down. "Fleet foot," Lower Hutt.—But they'll come In early spring, when flowers are loveliest. "Cam Brea," Seatoun—A queer and dear name. Where did you flnd it, acushla? ''Red Ruth," Seatoun.—"Grumpy" was ever so intriguing—and splendidly acted. "Kowhal," Northland.—She's only 9, but most easily I could find some older elf. "Bingo," Lower Hutt.—You just knew what "Smile Awhile" Tommy was thinking ofl "Maureen," Berhampore.—Does mummy pick out all the littlest stories for you? "Lalli," Trentham.—o, we carried It hero when tho "Times" died, dear one.

"PLEASE . . .1" "X.T.C."—Write to "Amy lohnson, 9, Hanson street, Newtown. "Alioe White."—To "Queenle Paul," 5, Hanson street, Newtown. Betty Blow.—To "Cathie," 10, Peter street, City. "M.E.W."—To "King Cole," 2, Moeller street. City. "Rio Rita."—To "Autumn Sprite," 412, Jackson street, Petone. "Rosary."—To "Soldier-Girl," 4, Tennyson street, Wellington "May IH'Avoy."—To Margaret Nelson, Bowden, Alberta, Canada. "Ken."—To "Jacko the Monko," 377, Adelaide road, Newtown. "Daisy Dawn."—To "Dawn Child" (Audrey Spiers), Kelmarsh, Paraparaumu. "Honeydow."—To "Cam Broa," 2, Ferry road, Seatoun. "Royal Star."—To "Red Ruth," 2. Ferry road, Seatoun. And please . . . send your real names and ages with every letter you write. Small Ones. FAIRIEL. * * * "Pollyanna," Kelburn.—l saw the "Mirror" during the week-end. Aren't you proud? "Storyglrl," Kelburn—He's just five, and a twin. . . . Littlest must look a duck. "Golden Gleam," Seatoun.—We'd just love to hear about the juggler, honey. George O'Connor, Petone.—How man; of you play? And is it against Indians? "Snowdrop Queen," Petone.—All those "Smile Awhiles"—how lovely! Havo you a garden? "Autumn Sprite," Petone.—A ripping story, yes. . . . Awfully exciting if she doesn't know. "Heart of Gold," City.—No, beloved, I didn't go. Is the d'oyley all in white? "Honeydew," Miramar.—l 'spect mummy knew all about Little Girl's arms and the pearl "Soldler-Glrl," City It will be a long time before you get her letter, girleen. "Punawai," Khandallah.—"Rosary" is quite new. Send an envelope for all your queries, elf. "Evb," Island Bay.—Did you liko it so much. Beautiful? I'm terribly glad. "Princess Daffodil," Newtown.—For joy bocauso she came, child? Was she very pleased? "Brownio Helpful," Newtown.—All the nice things ... so many . . . about the Birthday Page! "May IH'Avoy," Trontham.—o, do. I liko writing them too. Send one soon, honey. "Littlo Gladness," Karorl.—Aren't you the luckiest ever? Such adoniblo new things! Lorna Kemp, City.—We'd love you to. . . • Friends a-plenty when you send more address. 'Peter Pan." Nover-Land.—l have, and I will . . . gladly. But you won't like some, "Purplo Pansy," Seatoun.—Did you truly flnri the "Think Twice" yourself, wee one?