Out of My Post Bag.

Matamata Record, Volume XVI, Issue 1445, 27 July 1933, Page 3

Out of My Post Bag.

Morrinsville. Dear Jill, —Are you longing for spring? I am. I enclose an essay. We have been playing basketball, it is a lovely game. I am goaler. The flowers are coming out, and the world is brither. Am I anything? A terrible accident happened a few I weeks ago. The paper got burnt, I and I hadn’t read the Children’s | Page. But I take care now. Cheerio. from Bonny O’Connor. Dear Bonny,—You are now another “ Bud;” my dear. Congratulations ! I always like spring. There is new life everywhere. I to play defence at basketball. It certainly is annoying if the paper gets destroyed before everyone has read it. Thank you for the essay.—Jill.

Morrinsville.

Dear Jill, —I am glad that I will now be a Bud. Did you use to play marbles when you went to school? I do when I am not playing basketball. I have been reading a book called “ Molly Hazledean’s School Days,” and I enjoyed it very much. Do you like knitting? I do. I have nearly finished a jumper. Our rabbit, Whisky by name, does not seem to feel the cold outside. Well, now I must close, so good-bye.—P. Bernstein.

Dear Pauline, —I am glad you are now a Bud. You have been very good sending in poems, etc. Thank you for the last budget. No, I did not have a straight enough eye for marbles. Congratulations for the nearly-finished jumper. I expect Whisky has plenty of warm woolly fur.—Jill.

Kiwitahi. Dear Jill, —May I become a member of your column, please ? I go to the Kiwitahi school. I am 11 years old, and am in standard 4. Our teacher is Mr. Brown. I have three miles to go to school, and I ride a Shetland pony whose name is Secret. Wasn’t it strange that it was the page’s birthday on July 7 and the Girl Guides’ eighth birthday? There are only two, Lieutenant Cargill and Guide F. Hawkins, who have been eight years. I have been only two. Howie.

Dear Elaine, —Certainly you may become a member. You are another new Leaf. Hurry up and become a Bud. What a pretty name for your pony. I have been through Kiwitahi in a motor car, and I thought it was a very nice place. Love from Jill.

Unmusical Mother: What have you done with that shilling I gave you to break your father’s violin? Musical Son: Bought a trumpet, mum!