"NEW PIXIES"

Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 19, 22 July 1933, Page 7

"NEW PIXIES"

"Fairy Dewdrop" (7) Ngalo. "Stella" (12) Lower Hutt. "Timmy Whiffler" (II) City. "Waxey«" (8) City. "Japanese Lantern" (10) .... Lower Hutt. Beryl Downs (8) , Roseneath. "Shy Toadies" (9) Paekakariki. "Sweet Briar" (7) Miramar. "Tinsel" (il) '. City. "Duloibell" (9) Kilbirnie. "Thirsty Salt" (12) Mlramar. "Janet Gaynor" (12) Martinborough. "Sporting Widow" (13) City. "Swift-and-Sure" (13) Miramar. "Elizabeth Ann" (14) Trentham. "Pagan Princess" (13) Northland. "Gloria Clarke (7) Hataitai. "Githa" (9) Belmont. Matty Lane Miramar. "Almond Blossom" (7) '. Petone. "Skipping jinny" (S) Kelburn. "Old Man Southerly" (7) City. A big welcome to everyone new.—Falriel. LOTS AND LOTS .... "Shadow Pixie," City.—Worth the hard work to come first. Aren't you awfully pleased? "Star of the Sea," City.—l'm ,sorry you've been sick, elf. Are you better again? "Soot," City.—The puzzles are always fun. The one you sent is first-rate. 'Nannie's Sweetheart," Trentham.-Little bits Of Spring tidings. . . Jack Frost is a scamp, but he's bound to go soou. "Freda Browneyes," Trentham.—He was 'stremely quick In growing his teeth, wasn't he? "Red Arrow,1' Marton.—The lovely things! They're not nodding In my garden yet. "Pluto," Nelson.—'Course you may. Does the Fairy Ring reach you on Mondays? "Weakie," Nelson.—A funny wee elfish name for a very small pixie. "Wax Doll," Petone.—Yes, ladybird. They'd be splendid if they're not too long. "Swift-and-Sure," Miramar.—Does that happen to.be your motto In your Girls' Brigade? "Snowdrop," Lower Hutt.—You're lucky this time, 'cos we haven't had those before. "Princess Rosalind," Lower Hutt.—He's catchIng a boot, and J. don't believe he knows ltl "Spider," Stokes Valley You've surely chosen a darling place for your spinning. "Little Mermaid," Heretaunga.—But drawing Is ever so much better than tracing. Tiny. "Black Prince," Ngalo.—She's a gallant thing. I like the way she rides tho waves. "Sporting Widow," City.—The rules are in the Ring each Saturday, new one; and I'll look for a penfriend your own size. "Wild Rose," Petone.—o, I have and never want them again. They're miserable! "Teddy's Aunt,'.' Masterton.—Send those jumbles again, glrleen, with about four more to make a really good Think Twice. ''Janet Gaynor," Martinborough.—Why, yes. Tell me all about where you live. "Maybird," Miramar.—Does that mean that you're leading for the inter-school matches? "Miety Wings," City.—You'll have to try specially hard In the next test, lass, and catch up the two sums that were wrong. "Princess Sunshine." Hataitai.—Too bad If she found herself stolen as well! "Wally Wagtail," Ngalo.—Well, you see, Red Arrow went' away, and hadn't any Fairy King for awhile. So I'll put It In again. "Mystery Maid," Trentham.—Our daffles aren't waving their yellow heads yet, but they Just might; .next week. . . . • "Elizabeth Ann," Trentham.—o, I liked this one best, and It aeems to suit. "Bobbollnk," petone.—The cosy sounds a pretty thing, and interesting. . . Was it a wet-Saturday story also? "Babette," Trentham.—Rain, yes It only stopped the day your letter camel . . . The other note .went. on. "Lassie," Kelburn.—That book captured me, too ... the monasteries specially, and the . playlng-at-soldlers part. "Pagan Princess," Northland.—Did you get lost, finding the way to the Fairy King? "Gltha," Belmont—Good work, 'little new verse-maker. 0,. but snow is cold! Gloria Clarke,. Hataitai.—Such a gay Fairy Ring found me! ' Search for a pixie name, my small sweetness., "Zodiac,'.' City.—Why, you're bubbling: over with Ideas! But I think, to save you work, I'd better warn again „ about writing. "Fairy Tinywee," Miramar.—lt's precious . . . but I know it has been in a Journal. "Double Dutch," City.—Terrible truant for It's nearly two years! It's a great wonder your mushroom Is still here. "Cherrybloom," Brooklyn.—He'd been having a party somewhere, I wouldn't bo surprised. "Sunkiss," Brooklyn.—Hullo, open-eyes! Sweetest of all, the pale Spring children. . . .' The wee story Is too late, honey. "Madcap Molly," Berhampore.—She'll 'be so glad, 'coa she was looking for your letter. "Violet Ray," Northland.—lf you've magazines saved, now you know how, to use them! "Fairy Llghthlnf," Ngalo.—Perhaps you'd draw the little crooked house for me, Dearness.

"Fairy Dewdrop," Ngslo—Pixie, we all know that story, though I liked reading it again. "Mother's Maid," Upper Hurt.—Those your favourites? You'd be a river elf in summer. "Gipsy," Karori.—o, I hope Daddy will still bring home the Fairy King to you when you flit away to the new town. "Tiny Tot," Brooklyn.—Are you a Radio Fairy too? Lots of fun to listen for your name! "Halcyone," Lower Hutt.—You have more feathered ones than we see. I suspect that Shadow'the-cat has something to do with itl "Stella," Lower Hutt.—Nicely rhymed, lassie. Is the concert to be held at school? "Dewdrop," Johnsonville.—How old is he, and what is his right name, chick? He might like "Silver Willy" or "Sandgroper." "Singing Fairy," Mlramar—Paste In your stories and pictures, darling, and send It to me any time before next Christmas. "Dancing Elf," Ngaio.—She did,' darling, bo I 'sped you have heard by now. "Flying Arrow," City.—lt's splendid of you— and the puppies I could gather up and hug! But Moonlight is the nicest. "Skipping Jinny," Kelburn.-I think you're an open-air pixie, with such a name. "Purple Pansy," Seatoun.—Remember your cuddly-balls? I heard this week that they are still ever' such favourites. '■ "Elflri Gladness," Mlrsmar.—They are, too. But funny if Daddy couldn't guess! "Goldilocks,". Newtown.—A bird—just a little on e_would.be aw'fly useful when you wanted answers for all your questions. "Blue Wattle," Miramar.— They'll be put In, 'loved, if no one has sent them before. . "Starlight." Murchison.-O. one night you'll stay awake long enough to write It. Isn t the river very near for swimming? "Pollyanna," Kelburn.-—l'd love to know your limerick ■ ending.- Mine, 'course, dealt very severely with his bad putting I. "Sparkling Eyes," Lower Hutt.—A pity you live long ways apart. How did you meet? "Just Me," Easthourne—Animal Page Is ready, girleen., but we haven't had the rivers.