Out of My Post Bag.

Matamata Record, Volume XVII, Issue 1544, 19 July 1934, Page 3

Out of My Post Bag.

Matamata. Dear Kiwi, —This is my second! letter to you, Kiwi. I am 12 years old. Whenever it is raining when I come home from school I think of a’ piece of poetry by A. A. Milne called “ Happiness.” John had great big waterproof boots on; John had a great big waterproof hat; John had a great big waterproof mackintosh; And that (said John), is that. I have a sister called Eleanor, who is eight years old. I am in Kiwi House at school and am in form 2. I must close now as I am going to the Brownies' concert. I remain, a reader, “ Bluebird.” 1 Just fancy “ Bluebird ” being,, in Kiwi House. Perhaps it is more than a coincidence. It is really noble ,of you, at your age,, to > delve into poetry at every opportunity, but you will be better for it when you grow. up. What was the Brownies’ concert like? I would love to know. Yours affectionately, Kiwi. • • . * ! i : . •, . . PUZZLE My second is in scoria, but not in metal, 1 . ))'. My first is in leaf, but not in pstal, My third is in meat, but not in fish, Myifourth is in plate, but not in dish, , My fifth is in listen, but not in hbar, My sixth is in fright, but not in fear, My ’ seventh is in rain, but not in shower, My ; whole you find is a winter flower. Answer. Freesia. An old woman in a red cloak was passing’ a “field "in which a goat was feeding. What strange transformation took place ?—The goat turned to butter (butt her), and the woman into scarlet runner. What lives upon its ow?i substance and dies when it has devoured itself?—A candle.