OUR RING TO-NIGHT

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12507, 24 July 1926, Page 16

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Terrence Williams, Pongaroa.—l’d like to see a hockey match in that clay ground of yours where you sink up to your boot-tops in mud it would look like “slow motion” play! It was just as well you remembered them, wasn’t it? ELsie Henderson, Featherston. Ji must have been a happy good-bye party you made for that favourite teacher ... he evidently was, as you sang, a ‘Molly Good Fellow.” Nellie Smith, Ponrua.—The litt l o drawing is not done quite firmly enough for the page, Nellie, and anyhow we like them better when they are made up oil by yourself, you know. Paddy’s just been pretending he couldn’t jump, I think. That was a polite cat who used to i open the door for the dog, and yet it seems as though it should have been the other way round. Alan Shaw, Durham street.—Thaiin you for the puzzle picture that’* coming, Alan. I’m glad you like your prize ... I got that book for you because 1 liked it so, too. Mother rabbits are cleverer than we know, aren’t they? Hazel Walsh, Pongaroa.—You and Kathleen must have good old tussles for marks. It would be fun if you could come together and p’raps tussle out some of the competitions, too. She could get it, just for herself, every Saturday, couldn’t she? I Edith Wroe, Waitotara. How old is | the brother who helped you with the puppy verse, Edith? And where did you find “The Best Friend” and “Winter” ? I’m awfully curious about the gap cut in the letter. . . Mollie Winter, Maxwelltown.—lt’s cold weather for small new lambs, precious things. I should love to sec the black one. What do you hear? Nancy McWhannel, Berhampore. -I j saw some of the things she had made the other day.... a man and some children in tho car were holding them very carefully. It’s quite wonderful to watch, isn’t it? Watty Harris, Waipukurau.—That is the very bc3t way to do a thing, too, Watty .... find out just as I much as you can about everything in it. Then, of course, if you can remember the things you discover, it I makes everything more interesting! to you. ' Betty Johnston, Pongaroa.—What lot 9 ! of bird-thinga you have, Betty! The) j would make a lovely farmyard proces-! sion led by the seagull! I can’t j think why your prize hasn’t arrived * but I’ll see. Hasn’t it yet? | Zoe TvTijtmarsh, Taitville.—Why, who] hasn’t got shingled hair in these) days! That was an easy i guess! I’m glad you loved the parcel anyhow. I’m not quite so sure about feeling so happy on the merry-mix-up, but you never know. | Jim Gavey, Hataitai.—Good, young' nine-years . . . but how did you I account for the paper in the second 1 one? There’ll be lots more thing: to try though. Send a letter nexi time. And, of course, you want U join in always! Alice Walsh, Pongaroa.—Of course voi may join in our fun. Alice. Com* with Haze!. There are lots of thing; we’d like to know about you, too, sc tell us next time, eh ? Marjorie McGill, Kilbirnie.—lt’s ar expensivo job, I expect that’s whj Daddy doesn’t like it . . . but 1 think it good fun fitting tilings intc new places l It takes ages to get truly settled, but the sunshine and fresb air makes it all worth while. Jean Yvonne Ashworth, Heaton street. Christchurch. —Good first try, elevenyears 1 Are you going to try all the other things there will be to do? We’d like to know you properly. Will you write and tell us all about yourself ? Iris Smith, Lower Hutt.—So very sorry that you struck the unlucky week wlimi there were people who didn’t got answered, Iris. But now you’ve really joined, and are going to join in all wo do, aren’t you? Tell us all about your birds. Do they sing? Marjorie Dinnison, City.—Why, that is exactly what he is doing . . . whistling the loveliness of the morning, over and over! Such shrill happiness! Did you read the blackbird verse in our page a week or two ago? I think it is ever so beautiful. Lcotiie Falls, Porirua.—No, I don’t know her . . . but I know how you

would miss your dancing day. I loved mine when I was small. Give tlie young eight-years birthday love from us all. Thomas Sutherland. Masterton. —That was a beating, Thomas 1 Do you play footer, too? Of course you can come just as often as you want to the more the merrier in this ring! Malcolm Watt, Kelburn.—Malcolm, did you get the prize you won for the competition a while ago . . . did it arrive 0 Because if not I must find out what happened. I saw ■‘White Fang” and thought he was easily the best nerson in the picture. Your boots must have shone after a whole Sunday morning’s

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j your pencil f i Pearl Berry, Pongaroa.—Why do they all go to Pukehinau to play ? Is it i a niece or a nephew who makes you J a small aunt, Pearl? Fancy having ; three sisters in the team. Good | luck, Blues. I Amy Johnson, Carterton. —That alj ways seems so wonderful, doesn’t it . . . sea shells hidden in the top of hills . . . startling. The drive to the dam must have been beautiful. Did you make a picnic of it? Charlie Dixon, Petonc.—Not quite right, Charlie. What prevented you writing before though? Thank you for the trick you sent ... it will go in the ring. George Leighton, Masterton.—Thank you for nature news, George . . . you see ever so many interesting things and it is awfully good of you to tell them to us. Stella Willoughby, Berhampore.—lt’s a secret, of course, ’cause I'm very much ashamed of it, but I didn’t miss it either. Yes, basket-ball can be just splendid, snocially these days. I Marion Bedell, Berhampore.—Why I then, of course, her name’s Clare! I could see that at once ! I like your cosy-looking red ink in this cold weather. I think w ; e should use red in the winter and a nice cool green ! in summer . . what do you say? i Zoo Philpott, City.—They are, with j their quick swinging movement'. What fur when the elephant comes I ... hope we can ride him, don’t you?

W. Burgess John street, City.—Good, but no lette- . . . and initials are horrid things. Joan Urquhart, Eastbourne.—l’m going to try awfully hard to squeeze them in this week, Joan. Tell Dorothy she isn’t forgotten. School’s quite an adventure with all your travelling. Ethel Drummond, Wainui.—l like the sound of Daisy-from-over-the-hill, and she sounds an extra senslibe goat to object to being out in the rain! Alan Shaw, Wellington.—Poor old thing, Alan . . . we do hope you’re better now. These warm gleams of sun will soon see to that if you sit in every one. Keep watching* Unity Jones, Lower Hutt.—That’s just when we like you to write, when the ground is wet and the day so dull * - . the very time I Trj', little Unity, for the Snail Story. [rone Purdy, Porirua. —The small puss misses you, little one. Thank you for the camping pictures, though the tent looks rather lonely campI ing all by itself. Ethel Woolcott, Southend-on-Sea. Essex, England.—How exciting it all must be! And what fun to be a bridesmaid as soon as you arrived like that! I think your letter will have to go in the Ring, in spite of the hurry of your writing, because we all want to know all about it so. Do you mind? Love to the sister. Peggy Cook, Island Bay.—l'm ashamed to say I haven’t seen a single tiny bit of it yet . . . aren’t I shocking, but Fairyland’s most awfully busy lately! Vera Barringer, Kilbirnie.—Daffo--111111111111111111111111111811111111111111111111111111

dils. . . how beautiful t My garden is empty ol every thing just now, because I was lazy last year 1 suppose. What about a photo of Fluffy ? Hazel Roxburgh, Tawa Flat.—Four-years-old likes school ? But cf course he does if it’s kindergarten which I expect it is? I’ve watched them just loving it. Molly Marris, Kelburn.—Thank you for the very sweet verse about the Wind, Mollie-mine. Your old elephant’s laden up to the tusks, which certainly sounds very laden indeed! And of course the rabbit is one I know. Mary Jones, Lower Uutt.—Fancy birthdays just a week away from one another 1 Does it always mean two parties ? Diana Hill ?—Small Sevenyears . . . where is you news tonight ? Bruce Marris, Kelburn.—l don’t know that I will excuse it . . why should 1, precious Lazybones? Thanks for the tail end of your letter, Small Thing. Irene Stace, Woodville.—All the birds that ever were, Irene . . . but that wasn’t quite what you had to do. Do you want to join our Family? Audrey Lawrence, Woodville.—And you too, young Ten-years. But send a fat letter full of news next time and say whether you want to be one of our very happy selves. We'd like you to. Mollie you rather go in a bundle like that, Mollie? Of course you’re coming

often, aren’t you? The Seniors will have to brush up their form won’t they? ’ Stafford Kent, Pongaroa.—Does French tire you as much as That Stafford? What sort of article does one make for a Bulb Show? That sounds the right sort of social. Merle Pawson, Petone. —lou would, ot course. Merle , . . twenty-first birthdays don’t happen often to one’s brother. Was it very exciting? Violet Meyer, Rcikiorangi.—Thank you Violet foj the puzzly-things. Five o’clock of a winter morning sounds rather terrible to lazy me .... you must be awfully sleepy by bedtime? Herbert McLean, Featherston.—That was a very sad thing to happen, Herbert ... it was probably pneumonia. Thank you for the “stuttering” verse. Arthur Elder, Featherston. —Not larks, I think, Arthur, are they? Thank you for your ever-so-neat letter young nine-years. You didn’t quite manage the birds, did you ? Dora Kent, Pongaroa.—Yes, you don’t have as long to do things living so far, do you, Dora? . ... at least you have to hurry to get them in. You’re a right person this time anyhow. Jean McQueen, Te Wera, Taranaki.— Do the twins do everything together, even to being ill ? That must be rather a bother . . . glad the nice things are better anyhow. I like thunder awfully . . . always have. Campbell Bennett, Northland.—You can call yourself anything you like, Campbell, except a fairy . . . fairies are girl things more or less, and so ■ our boys have to be elves. So far I haven’t had any elephants in my family, but I dare say one would be rather fun! Glad you’re coming, anyhow. Amy Bangs, Foxton.—Thanks for the riddles, Amy. That will be jolly, having some one to come with like that. ... I hope she does too for your sake. You didn’t manage the birds, did you ? Gwenda Wilkins, Petone. —Such a little work makes a bit of garden that is all loveliness in so short a time, doesn’t it, Gwenda . . . and asters blowing are so gay. Mollie Nathan, Palmerston North. — Only an elderly and rather fierce canary, Mollie, who is so, much one of the family that nobody takes very much notice of him. Five rumpledy puppies sound the jolliest playthings! JReina Burke, Manakau.—A “saveloy” supper does sound real hardship . . . or it would be to me. t think they’re terrible things! Yes, the longer days are gorgeous, aren’t they ? June Kent, Pongaroa!—Little six-years you certainly may . . . there isn’t one of us who wouldn’t love .you too! So now there isn’t any reason why you should be left out of the party, is there? Dorothy Purcell, Muritai.—Ever so sorry, little one. . . I’ve searched and searched, but I can’t find that letter of yours. You’ll have to come again ; do you mind ? We want you in our family. NO MORE ROOM IN THE RING TO-NIGHT.