LOTS OF FUN FOR EVERYONE

Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 153, 26 December 1936, Page 5

LOTS OF FUN FOR EVERYONE

PIXIE PEOPLE: Are you having the merriest Christmas ever? We at the Ring do hope you are and that when you read this letter the sun will.be shining his brightest. Ho is not to be seen at all today, as I write it to you, but I think that is only because it is Longest Day of All and he feels he must pull a long face to match! I suppose most of my smallest pixies wakened before the sun on Christmas morning to see what surprises awaited you. Did any one catch sight of Santa Claus himself? And wasn't it exciting, emptying your stockings down to the very toe ... the nicest tiling of all is generally hidden there. "Letterbox Elf" said he was going to hang up a pillow-slip but he'd have to be tremendously good to have such a large share of Santa's load. The Gift Cupboard is empty once more, pixie people. All the bright toys and books have been packed olf to hospitals and orphanages and, already, messages of delight at your beautiful scrapbooks have found their way to the Ring, so you may feel that you have shared in the true spirit of Christmastide. Fast . . . ever so fast Old Year is slipping by. Only one week left and even that has a large chunk missing (like most Christmas cakes). New Year Page comes next Saturday, Ring People. If you have anything to send please put a "seven-leagued" stamp on the envelope! FAIRIEL.

CHRISTMAS RIDDLEMEREE. My first is In scone and also in cake. My second is in loch but not in lake; My third Is In form but not in seat, My fourth is in drink but not in eat; My fifth Is in basin and also In sink , My sixth is in white but not in pink; My seventh is in more but not In less My eighth is in cheat but not In guess; My ninth Is in nose but not in jaw, My whole Is something we are all working for. BEHEADED WORD. In me you often take delight, But, ah, young folks, beware; Take off my head, and then you'll sco Me rise aloft In air. Asain behead, reverse' the word, And I'm a trap to catch a bird. LAME. Mr. Smith was amazed to see his old friend the absent-minded professor approaching, walking with one foot on the pavement and the other in the gutter. "Good morning. Professor," said Mr. Smith. "How are you?" "I was well enough until a few minutes ago, tut then I suddenly developed a limp."