Out of My Post Bag.

Matamata Record, Volume XVI, Issue 1447, 3 August 1933, Page 3

Out of My Post Bag.

! Putaruru. i Dear Jill, —I am sending you this : piece of poetry, because it is appro- | pAale just now:— 1 RAINBOWS. t | Do you know where rainbows go when tne storms passed by? Do you wonder why they fade, vanish from the sky ? Fairies make them, hang them there; fairies rub them out, Break them up in tiny pieces, scatter them about. Blue and gold and white and purple, fall to earth as flowers, Wake again in garden borders, nod in garden bowers. Your friend, June Anderson. Dear June, —Thank you very much for the little poem. It is pretty. I hope you will write again soon and tell me all about yourself. You have such a pretty name.—Jill.

Waharoa. Dear Jill, —May I become a member of your happy family? I will be twelve on October 9. I have a brother, but no sisters. (I have a pony and its name is Beauty; and we have about three miles to go to school. We both ride her. My brother is in primer four and I am in standard four. I like milking very much. One night when Dad was on Iris holiday I milked three by hand. We have about 64 cows altogether. I have been riding since 1 was two. Next time I write I will enclose a story. We have a dog and his name is Tip, and when you go to feed him you have to be quick as he is bad tempered. We have about 40 baby pigs and a lot of bigger pigs. As news is scarce I will close. Love from Joan Bartleet.

Dear Joan, —I’m glad to have you join our Column. I used to have a pony called Beauty years ago, too, Joan. What colour is your horse? Mine was a bay. You were a clever girl to milk three cows by hand. Don’t you think really tiny baby pigs are cute? Tip is not a nice dog to know, surely. I’m waiting for the story.—Jill.

Morrinsviile. Dear Jill, —Nearly forgotten about you again Jill! W 7 e have a dear little Angora rabbit now and we call it Rabby. Every time I see it it looks like a large ball of white fur. I suppose you can guess what else we have? It is a small Jersey bull calf. As we have not decided what to call it, I wonder if you could give me a name for it, please? I have just been heading “ The Jade Swastika,” by Lieut. A. Lloyd Owen, who tells about an English boy, a boar and a lucky charm. It has been copied from “ The Oxford Annual for Scouts.” I wish you would publish the names of the “ Leaves ” and “ Buds,” also “ Flowers,” if there are any. I must close now. Love from Ray Hogg. Dear Ray,—You are a “ Bud ” now. Three cheers ! I do think Angora rabbits lovely! How would Duke do for the calf’s name? I’m glad you have been reading. Write again soon; and thank you for the riddles. —Jil.