OUR RING TO-NIGHT

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12423, 17 April 1926, Page 16

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Jfoll’o Winter, Okehu, Maxwelltown.— Poor old Sammy Whiskers . . . he’s been suffering from visitors, has he! But for small people who never have a horse about anywhere, it’s such fun riding. You are lucky ones if yojur weather is still good enough for bathing like that. How does the little five-year-old like the country P Alma Young, Moa Street, Inglewood Good; Alma . . . we’re glad you liked it so. I have to think- hard to pretend that I’m you when I buy it. I always have to think I’m the person I’m buying it for, and sometimes it takes, a lot of pretending. Tell us all about the brother and sister. Terrence Williams, Pongaroa.—Thank® for the painted heading,. Terrence ... I never thought it could look so lovely. The elfin brown just suits that gypsy-looking, hoy, and that dainty lavender for the girl is just the very shade> So it’s football for cricket now . . . good luck in your matches 1 I believe I’d miss it too if it ever had to slop, Terrence. Nellie Smith, Porirua.—l. expect Tim thinks that Paddy should he properly reproved for his mischief, though Paddy evidently doesn’t mind a bit. Thank you for the poetry, Nellie . . . are you remembering all those birthday things? Hope the rain stops soon for you . . . it’s such 'a wonderful day here. Bill Hutcheson, Lower Hutt.—Why. that was a cheerful accident, wasn’t itl But that road is rather difH-

cuii. iso t li, xnougu very lovejy. i>hi you come to the pond with the water lilies and stop tp look at them ? Once 1 walked from Karon to Makara and back, and I really thought I would never get home. Stafford Kent, Pongaroa.—Doesn’t a /letter look tiay when it’s and just' at first it takes such ages to do! You* won’t take long to learn though. I’m sorry you had to . long so long, Stafford . . sometimes it just happens like that. Thanks for the story of Jack and Jill’s first ball ... is it true ? Jean Lambourn, Atiawa Street, Petone.—Why, of course I will take you as onp, and we’re all waiting to know you now. Jenn. It is fun, especially if you’re an “only one,” are you? All about yourself next time, please. Joyce Dinnison, Wellington. And . doesn’t that make a difference to a holiday, when it doesn’t rain once . . . Napier- certainly is the place to go to I Tell us about that holiday . . . sp that we can share some of - that good time. Who wrote a little message and rubbed it out again? Pearl Barry, Pongaroa.—Little pigs are the hungriest wee things, aren’t they, and they never wait till mealtime if the fool is there . . . what have you called them? Keith Hutcheson,' Lower Butt.—Why, I just love them long of course when

they’re as full of news as that! What exciting times you’ve been having! I’ll tell you a secret, shall I? The captain of the boat that brought Baby from London is my cousin . so I’d quite like to lave a conversation with that bird ... ho might, have picked up a certain very stern - voice. I don’t think the drawing is quite good enough, Keith. And anyhow I want you to write ns some-, thing for the Birthday Page ... a j'ldy letter about the very most exciting and best thing that’s ever happened to you. "YVjll you? Phyllis Paul, Inglewood.—Dp tell us 1 more about yourself and'whether you want to come always, Phyllis. Norman Long, Lyall Bay.—Why, yes, there was . has it taken a long time to happen. That caa’t be helped sometimes, Norman. . . I’m looking forward to that poem.’ Herbert McLean, Bethune street, Featherston. What a perfectly splindid family of dogs . . . what can Trixie do now? Is she a good rabbiter? Yes, we’d love to know your sister . •. . firing her with you next time you come. Fred. Berry,' Pongaroa.—Oh, what an exciting adyenturo with the stoat ’ • -. t ‘ le , on ly trouble was that it was a bit too exciting for the fowls. ] shonld not care to tackle one with a stick, either , . . they bite so viciously. Gladys Stringer, Cartertop.— I That isn’t much to say, little one at a Fairy lung , . , hut soon, when you know us better, you’ll talk fo us more, won t you? Como again.

Stella (T . . Wellington.—Well, we*re so glad you found us in the end, Stella . . . though it isn’t the end ' of course, it’s only the beginning of really jolly times for you! Why* just at the moment your letter came fluttering in, you’d joined . . , that’s the Magic of the King. . . when you’re on fairy ground you’re a fairy, you know. Ronald Norgate. Dorking street, Brooklyn.—Feeding time is quite

tho best time pt the Zoo . . .' isn’t it fun to see those heayy seals flop after their fish, and rather frightening to see how very hungry the lion gets!.. Joyce Brown, Mangaweka.—Why, those kisses overflowed on to the envelope, didn’t they, little one! I’m beginning to think that I’m the only person in the whole wide world who hasn’t been to that old Exhibition! Mollie Natlipn, Palmerston North. No, I didn’t have an Easter egg , and I just think I’ll drop in to breakfast on cue of those mushroom mornings! Elocution is jolly to learn, isn’t it? . . . it’s such fun being all different people. Vera Barringer, Duncan terrace, Kil- • birni©.—But isn’t that bush jolly ... and isn’t the smell of it good! I want to see the photos . . . may I? And I’ve never played “Tip the finger ’ or “Bar-ber-door.” Tell us how. Mary Jones, Lower Hutt.—Why, wo’re glad you found that wee bit of spare time if it discovered you for us ' * and you won't" be sorry either 'to have happened upon so many playmates, will you ?

Ethel Woolcott, Wellington.—What fun to liavp a birthday in England, and on Peace. Day! You’ll be able to tell us about any celebrations won’t you. Trentham is evidently tho place ogo for mushrooms, I'm wondering whether you will think to send us boat ? n ° tS ° f y ° U ni,a ' Eileen on the Backy O’Brien, City .-Thank you for your story, little one . . '. there are bits of it that are very good, but J ust lsn t all quite good enough. -i U ? a stor -X a b°ut yourself, the small happy things that happen. - & iw n ~G r ’ . Forirua—Poor little Nleedles has died! We are so sorry - very stickly one, lie was rather a dear, wasn t he I I expect it was just that . . . that he needed his mother badly. Next time we find a baby pet hedgehog we’ll have to get Jus mother to come alqng, too. Joan O’Brien Wellington Why yes Joan,. I Will hunt some lip vou : I*, 8 great fun collecting them isn t it? This is the first 8 time’ you ve real y crept into, our King, isn t it, little sister of Becky ? Green again. 1 Mollie Day, Ngaio—That’s just what tigers do! I’ve seen them. Ifs funny, but they just don’t like the look of that camera’s eye. do they? 7 ’ Nancye Nathan, Palmerston North. Yes, I did, Nancye. . . but it was

a very busy one, too . . It would be fun, I think, to play the Ukulele properly. . . are you learning elocution too—with Mollie ? You’ve lots of things to keep you busy, haven’t you ? Jeaii Lambert. Northland.—l thought you had quite forgotten the way, Jean! We’ve grown so big in your absence too, that we’ll have to search about for a spare stool. Thank you for “Dorothv and the Fowls” . . though it just might creep in before the Birthday Page. Claudia Browne, Lyall Bay.—That’s a very nice Riddlemeree you’ve found for us, Claudiamine. 1 love the story about the ‘‘sticky lolly” • . . her mouth was a funny place to put it for safety, wasn’t it. Love to the small Clarice. No, he’s not really a little hoy. Claudia A. Whitered, Featherston.—So you had a good, old search, did you, Alec. P Or is it Andrew, or Arthur, or . . what is it? We’re tercurious- people, I know, but we do like to know names of our in the Ring.

■Mr Write: That Smith boy who used to work for you wants me to give him a job. Is he a steady lad? Mr Read: Well, if he were any steadier he’d be motionless.