THE POSTIE’S BAG

Evening Star, Issue 23113, 12 November 1938, Page 8

THE POSTIE’S BAG

Mount Cargill, October 30. Dear Big Brother Bill, —It is a long time since I wrote to you. I thought I would set to work while I have my holidays. I have been ill with influenza, but I am getting well again now. I am going to stay in Dunedin for a few days. I listen to the children’s hour over the wireless every night. 1 have two pets now—a dog and a cat. I am going to try one of your competitions one of these days. Well, Big Brother Bill, I Will have to close now. Hoping you are keeping well.—From your loving bairn, Jim Lockwood. [Thank you for your letter, Jim Lockwood. Your name is on the Honour Post, and you are winner of the best letter prize for this week. Brother Bill is glad to know you are well •again. He will look forward to a longer letter next time. Perhaps you could tell all the bairns something of the adventures you have with the pet cat and dog. Write again soon.] 42- Glasgow street, South Dunedin. Dear Big Brother Bill, —As I have not written to you for a long time, 1 thought I had better write. I have gone in for this week’s competition. We have nine canaries and a little “ Pom.” We call it Floss. She has had four pups; two of them died. We sold the other two. One w r as a light fawn colour and the other black. The fawn one went first. Then the little black one was the pet of the house. I will close now.—Yours sincerely, Fay Caldwell. [Thank you for your letter, Fay Caldwell. Nine canaries singing all at once! Would that be music—or noiseP Brother Bill hasn’t any doubt what Fay Caldwell would say. He imagines the one black “ Pom.” would be the pet of the house. He heard a comical story of another Pom. a few days ago. It belonged to a small boy who had entered it in the children’s class at a dog show. That being so, it was necessary to say what breed of Pom. was entered—toy or otherwise. It happened tliat the breed of the Pom was very much—otherwise. But a little thing like that made no difference to the boy owner. He entered it as “ Bitsa Pom.” and by the look of the dog that exactly describes it. There were “ bits' o’ Pom.” in it anyway, and the small boy deserved the prize, if only for his witty way of describing his pet. But that wouldn’t, describe Floss’s Pom. babies, would it? Write again soon.] Roxburgh. Dear Big Brother Bill, —I am sending you these few lines which are my first attempt at writing poetry. Everywhere is so beautiful now after the cold winter.—With kind regards, T.G. SPRINGTIME. 0 Spring, with your hustle and bustling ways, You take all our cares and troubles away. You replace us anew with cheer and joy, With hearts so sweet I knew when a boy. 0 Sun, I’m glad you’re strong again To scatter those clouds so laden with rain; Those hills that once were white with snow Are now a picture no artist could show. 1 love to climb those lofty peaks, And listen to the music of their creeks: To think of loneliness, how could it be In such a scene as I can see! And as the days grow longer still, To thank dear God—l always will. For He has made this all to be A world so rich and yet so free. - —T.G. [Thank you for your letter and poem, T.G. Most people feel glad when tho spring comes, but not everyone can put bis gladness into verse. You will be pleased to see it in print. AVrite again soon.]