THE POSTIE'S BAG

Evening Star, Issue 23728, 8 November 1940, Page 3

THE POSTIE'S BAG

9 Albert street, Dunedin. Dear Big Brother Bill,—Please may I become one of your bairns? I was born in Invercargill, and lived there until I was eight, and on the fourth of February, 1938 (I’ll never forget that date), we went up to Timaru to reside. About six months ago we came to Dunedin. Done a lot of travelling, have I not? In Timaru we had a pet budgie named “Tony.” One day mum was sitting on the porch when a lovely blue budgie hopped on to her hand, appearing, apparently, from nowhere! He was very tame. When we had to leave Timaru we had to give him to a neighbour of ours. We were all sad at leaving him. I will close now.—l remain, yours sincerely, John M'Kenzie. [Thank you for your letter, John M'Kenzie. Your name is on the Honour Post, and you are winner of the best letter prize. Travel is said to be as good as an education, John, and it is What a charming surprise for mother! Did you give the little wanderer a name? Blue birds bring happiness, says a famous writer, and Brother Bill suspects the blue budgie made you all happy. But what about the poor'folk who lost him? It’s the way of life, John that one person’s joy is made up of another one’s sacrifice; and the happy thing in your story is that the blue budgie found a good Lome. Welcome to the bairns’ ■ club. Brother Bill will be glad to hear from you again. Write again soon.] 24 Morrison street, Caversham. Dear Big Brother Bill, —It is a long time since I have written to you, and am entering for this week’s competition. I am in Standard 111. at Caversham School, and I am 10 years of age. Last Sunday we went to Brighton for the day. We left home at 10 o’clock and arrived there about: half-past,;.so. we gathered sticks and proceeded to light a fire. After dinner we walked round

to Brighton, because we were only at Ocean View. Next we had threepenny ice creams, and walked slowly back to the camping ground. Then we had afternoon tea, and,till about half-past 5 we were down on the sand, and then packed up and went home.—l remain, your bairn, Doreen Blomfield. [Thank you for your letter, Doreen Blomfield. Your name is on the Honour Square for neat writing. It is a long time since Brother Bill last heard from you, but your letter was all the more welcome. You appear to have had a quiet but happy day .at the beach, which is the best kind ■of holiday. Write again soon.] 75 Shetland street, Roslyn, Dear Brother Bill, —I hope I find you Well. lam nine years old and lam in Standard HI. I am entering for your competition. This is my first letter and the competition is my first. I enjoy your page very much on Fridays.—With love, Joyce Hanna. [Thank you for your letter, Joyce Hanna. Welcome to the, bairns’ club. Welcome, too, to the large number of bairns who enjoy the competitions. Brother Bill will look for a longer letter next time. Write again soon.] 446 Leith street, Dunedin, N.l. Dear Brother Bill, —Could I, please, bo one of your wee bairns? I have made the wee birds’ feathers all pretty colours. I saw a canary sitting on Some eggs in her nest. Good night; I am going to bed now.—Your tiny bairn, Billy Stone (seven years old). [Thank you for your letter, Billy Stone. A tiny letter, but quite large and well printed for a seven-year-old bairn. Welcome to the bairns’ club. Does the canary bringing up a family belong to yon? Brother Bill will look forward to a longer letter next time. Write again soon.]