OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 106, 31 October 1931, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT.

"A VERY BIG WELCOME TO . ..." ■•Lucky Bird" (10) ~. City Gladys Wright (15) City "Nancy Lee" (10) Brooklyn "Verbena" <IO) Lower Hutt "Skippy" (12) City "Tho Enonfla" (14) City "Mother's Adam" (10) Hataital Jacqueline Simms (II) Petone Lorna Starkoy (10) Karori "Indian Maid" (12) City • • • "Pippin Elf," Brooklyn.—A lovely time. Are you so brown that you don't burn? "Golden Puff," Kelburn.—That will do beautifully. Watch for it soon. "Grey-Wing," City.—Come to the front office, and they'll show you tho twisty way. "Blue-Wins," City.—l'll expect you on n Saturday morning, or Friday, after school. "Orange-Wino." City.—Nico chaps, both of them. Unllned paper Is best, though, fay. "Rod-Winn," City.—But why not have somebody quite new for a pen-friend, glrleen? "Storygirl," Kelburn.—Lovely for tho page, if I can squeeze yet another in. "Maruot," Cartcrton.—l'm glad of that story. It's a "truly" boys' yarn. "Harold Lloyd," Greytown.—What do you grow on the other farm—fruit or beasties? "Sleeping Beauty," Greytown.—Manuka's splendid to play In. So full of surprises. "Sunklst," Greytown.—Were you near the river, or towards the hills, ladybird 1 ' "Moonshine Fairy," Karori.—l wonder who little man was? P'raps a small new elf. "Golden Gorse," Karori.—Will you send mo the puzzle answer, next time you write? "Tigny-Wlnkle," Karori.—A beautiful story. Wish Mummie happy returns from me. "P.E.N.", Karori.— Lovely colouring. I like the old sailor tromendously. May I keep him for the Fairy Ring? "Sunset," Carterton.—We should have called you "Bush-Maid" such a little lover of green places and bird-foils you are. "Mother's Adam," Hataital.—Lots better I With football and marbles and cricket, you can t possibly keep clean, can you? "Merry Miok," City.—They must have liked him a lot to keep him and christen htm. But Micky sounds nicer, I think. "O-Kiss-Me-San," Miramar.—Love swimming— and loved the flowers, too, with the wee letter curled around their stalks. "Just Joe." Northland.—Were they all truly roal, or just raako-bclieve babies? "Anonymous," City.—l expected to have you thinking, but you found one easily. "Skippy." City.—Lots of boys amongst us—but I'm awfully Elad you're here. "Nancy Lee," Brooklyn.—But Bunnynose lives i a long way from you now. sweetness. "Bunnynose," City.—He should be all right. It's a very large letter for me I , "Miss Crinoline," Brooklyn.—That's a better Idea. Could you uso tho same plot? "Lucky Bird," City.—Everybody knows Journal bits, dear. Find something new. "Ivy Leaf," Brooklyn.—Your letter came late, chick. The painting was neatly done. "Swaetpea," City.—You have a Peter Pan mother, too. Nice when they stay young. "Tom Kitten," Otakl.—Two small chicks. I'm certain they've just had their teal "Hoo," Otakl.—ls he a thrush, with that speckled waistcoat of his?

•'Little Gladness," Karori.—lsn't picnicking the best-way-ever to spend a day? "Epamenondas," Otaki.—Little stranger, 1 thought you were lost. . . I do like them. •'White Swan," Petone.—lt was in the King, darling, among the first Spring poems. •'Song Thrush." City.—l wondered whose it wasl Will the story come soon? "Mayflower." Brooklyn.—l put your namo on it, as the other drawing wasn't there. "Rosy Cheeks." Kaiwarra.—Why yes, child. Only too glad, if you bring it. "Mary Mousekln," Ngalo.—You're another early mermaid. Wasn't it very cold? "Long Ears," Ngaio.—Such a jolly place It Is. Did you get sunburnt, too?

THE COOK

Milk Biscuits. —Half-pound of flour, milk to mix, a good pinch of salt, good teaspoonful of baking powder. Method: Mix the salt and baking powder with tho flour; then add enough milk to make a rather stiff dough. Roll out very thinly on a floured board and cut into rounds with a wineglass. Prick them, and bake in a moderate oven for about fifteen minutes. "BLUEBERRY" (11). Lower Hutt.

"Buller Maid," Nelson.—He's a beauty. No wonder there wasn't a bird in the picture! "Cordelia." Karorl.—A thank-you for the scrapbooks. And do come, the both of you. "Queen of the Bluebells." Ngalo.—What funl I 'spect I'll hear about the burning next.

"Miss Billy," Petone.—Just right for that page. I knew you'd find time for it. "Ken," Seatoun. —Horrid if you missed a part. Is it an exciting serial? "Crimson Rose," Seatoun.—Did the sun kiss your arms and legs, that hot day? "May Dew," Petone.—Yes, the letter came safely. What games do sou Ilko most? Evelyn Sowman, Hataitai.—You're unlucky, pixie. Send two or three now names.

INTO THE SKY

Can you imagine it —a building higher than Mount Victoria? Years ago an American lad "rustled" himself a job as errand boy in a chemist's shop (or drug store, as thGy're called over there), and he went on rustling to such good effcet that now he owns drug, candy, and cigar stores all over America. His name is David Shulte, and ho is now beginning to build the highest skyscraper iv New York—a block 1600 feet high, on Broadway.

"PLEASE 1" Send your letter to Fairiel, The Fairy Ring. "Evening Post." Give your name, age, and address each week. And After-Wednesday letters will be answered next Ring.—Fairiel., "Rose Queen."—Write to "Song Thrush," 33, Ascot terrace, City. "Lady Gay."—To "Baby-Face" (Muriel Nicol), Camp Hill. Pahautanui. Lorna Starkey,' Karorl.—The name belongs. Beautiful. What would you like now? "Pudge," Berhampore.—Lots of elves were out there. Were you in swimming, too? "Latona," Lyall Bay.—l'll romembor next Thursday, but send your story before them. "Felicity," Miramar.—Just the right length . . . only It mustn't rain that day I "Russian Princess," Upper Hutt.—o. happy returns. Tell mo about the birthday and Foxton. "Black-Currant Jam," Hataitai.—lt's a story from a story, elf, so not aulto original. "Baby-Face," Pahautanui.—Then I suppose it's a black costume. Did Mother make it? "Bebe Daniels," Pahautanui.—l was here in the moruing, elf. ... 0. a lucky number. Why not call your calf "Lucky?" "Jersey Lily," Plimmerton.—You must be a small expert at milking. I cau't, at all! "Laughing Jackass," Karorl.—l haven't quite read it yet, but it's great, so far. "Bruin." Brooklyn.—When your birthday comes, do you have a party together? "Fairy Wings," Miramar.—l hope the wee birds live. Your Mummy's very good'to them, i wish I'd seen my sea-fairies. "Mexican Maid," City.—lt's dono beautifully. Printer-Man loves a tidy elf. "Rose Queen," Palmerston.—Part of the new puzzle will do. colleen: part Is a wee bit hard for small heads. "Pollyanna," Kelburn.—l did go, specially to hear the music. . . Quite practicable, loved ono. I've beeu thinking of it. "Purple Pansy," Seatoun.—Haven't you the bad luck, wee one. to bo 111 on a holiday 1 Are you better now? "The Enonga," City.—What does it mean? Such an intriguing, puzzling name. "Saucy Sally," Wade»town.—l found the preplous posy, and I'll let Pollyanna know. Jacq. Simms, Petone.—o. and that's taken also. Would you like to bo "Shimmer-Wings"? "Verbena," Lower Hurt.—l'm glad you like your fragrant name. It's a darling plant. "Nom-de-Plume," City.—Perhaps, being a wise Fairiel, I can guess a great deal. "Cuddle," Brooklyn.—There must have been a crowd. Weren't you ever so tired? "La Fayette," Brooklyn.—o. yes, lots of them. They go to the'same rink, too. "Long Tack Sam," Brooklyn.—What did you do with that lovely day, your holiday? "Timmy Tiptoes," Otaki.—Where did you find it, elf?—that treasure of a verse? "Samuel Whiskers," Otaki.—lt looks as If It came from a fairy-tale, laddie. "Hunca-Munca," Otaki.—l know something like that happened, when it rains and pours for days and days! "Sno," Taihape.—They're open in Wellington, but it's still very cold. Gladys Wright, City.—So glad you're Joining us. Perhaps you could pay me a visit. "Sunshine Princess," Masterton.—Just a wee verse. . . I'll find it an uncoloured picture.