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Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 10, 11 July 1936, Page 20

"La Rose Mouwouae," Wanganul.—And did it take very much courage? Welcome to j>ou, pixie. 1 s'pose you have joliy picnics at Castlccllff In the summertime. "Flossie Fewoloves," Northland.—A pen-friend In another country is most Interesting. Xo. wonder you lone for Postle's whistle. "Keeping Watch" Is the better drawing,-.elf.-"Fairy Stardust," Berhampore.—Polly Anne did have an alarming adventure. lam glad she escaped the kidnapper. "Many happles" to Mother and Auntie. "Marcel," City.—You have a special talent for humorous drawings, lass. Was-there a let- ; terf . I, couldn't find one. : , "Wlone," Khandallah. —Exams, of course. Letterbox Elf understood thoroughly . . . and he's very about correcting the papers. ■■ : •.: . • "Teresa F.," Cross Creek.—How old are you, new pixie? Your chosen pen-name belonged. Can you think of another? . " . "Margaret D.,", Belmont.—Y6ur winter sketches arrived too latC, Margaret. The two small children are nicely drawn. Soon you will be ready to use Indian Ink. "Helen Wills Moody,'.' Maryborough.—Your team must have-its revenge next time. I'm sure you enjoyed the game, even though you didn't win. ■ "Mischievous Gnome," Martinborough.—Another elf whispered that the mumps were paying you an unwelcome visit, chlldlc. '" "I hope they have taken themselves oft by now; Love from the nine, . "Viliamu," Island . Bay.—l think you must have shared a tramp like tha; one you describe so well. How do you like, our winter after your long Island summers.' .; v ■■ "Tul," Ngahau School.—Was It .an exciting party ~ . with lanterns, balloons, and games? : "Marcel," Upper Hutt.—The long winter evenings make the best party-times. .Yours must have been a merry party. ■:■'.■■ . ' "Thelma P.," City.—l know it well and love its pretty riverside scenery. Welcome to our band of storymakers, Thelma. "Barbara A.," Ngalo.—And now you are. Do you want a penname, Barbara? "Brownie Brown-eyes," Ngalo.—lt must be jolly to belong to so Isfrge a family. I'm ever so:>.glad,you both decided to join our Ring.' ' . :'.i ,- ■ ; Vv:"-;. .■;';■" "•■'.■' ;.' ■ "Merit iOberon," Karorl.-r-Are you a new member <"orvha*e" you-Just 'chosen a^ penname, . pianafefXour^airy-talo, Ib:charming. ..'..; "Nanoy F,,''»'Cfty.—'Fraid "Captain January" belongs, elf. " Look in your storybooks for another plile-name. That was a really funny . story 1, ■",. :".-.,,'■ -.■';■ .*, '■ "Sky Reider/'^Brooklyn.— I like it. Did you make it up yourself? ■ . ■ "Little Brian," Ngahau School.—And did you find her at home,. . . expecting you to visit her?: '-■■.<■' "Judith," Naahaui School.—That means you are the .busy one 'this ; week.: .There's.so much" foe a Housekeeper Plxle to think about. •:"TV' •"..■■.!■• "Maloolm,"' Ngahau School.—A splendid name for him; Please' glvo Tlnker-the-cat one stroke'from. me.. ".■_■ •■?.-'•"• .."■;. ' "Big Brian," Ngahau; School.—Poor you. Is It bettor again now.. 1 can' guess what■ Daddy; saidiabout ,-■■•■■:.' : ' ,'. : .. , "Joan," Ngahau School;— How quickly she • learned ..;.;.:.■..■. why,.-,soon shp'U bo walking to- school too. ;-. -./.' ''; . . "Varee," NijaHau ; School!— New ,socks' I They'll keep that mischief ■■ Jack I'rost away. . , "Stuart," ■ Ngahau . School.r^-Ahd does she go to a very big .school, now?. . . "Auto," Island Bay,—lt must be a very good class to produce two prize-winners. Two pens liave been very busy! "Ngaire M.," City.—We already have a "Joan . Crawford," ; Kgalrel What now,'elf? '

GRANNY. (Original.) I love to hear granny tell me Her tales of the snow, When she was a little girl, A good many years ago. She's told me of the snow-man She made one frosty day. And how all the children Came along to play, She's told me of the snowballs ' They always used to throw, And lion1 they used to make them In the days of long aBo. She's told me of the sledges. The children rode upon, ' And of their kind old uncle Who pulled them all along If only I had been born then. How happy I would be To have a nice kind uncle. Who'd pull my sledpe for me, ALICE BLUE GOWN" (9)

It is bud and sheath lime . . . nearing the end of the slumbering brown : months. Everywhere, tiny round berries of buds and long slender folds of buds are ivaiting for the magic moment to shake out the delicate wonders of leaf and petal, hidden now in the deep mysteries of bare twig and branch. The pines bristle and seeth with whispers. The orchard trees spread a grey lace of swelling branches above. Last week they held a round yellow moon in their witchery fingers. The willows will soon fly pale pennants of green, and golden catkins .will scatter their dust on the wind. The world is teeming with signs of awakening. Keep open eyes, pixie people, 'specially for the stories the trees tell. . -

Early next month comes Arbor Day, a day 'specially set aside by those who love the beauty and usefulness of trees.' You, will plant them at, school, perhaps in your gardens at home, too, you will plant a tree of your own to grow up with you, and bring you delight with its shelter and shade, its flowers or glowing berries. For that day I ask you to make stories, verses, and drawings of trees, Fairy Ring, so that we may have a very special page in their honour. . Will you?

FAIRIEL,