PETER PAN'S POST BOX.

Waikato Times, Volume 100, Issue 16780, 24 April 1926, Page 16 (Supplement)

PETER PAN'S POST BOX.

LETTERS FROM LITTLE PEOPLE, Dear Little People,— You see our Post Box is full again. Don't be disappointed if your letters do not appear the same week, as it is surprising how quickly the column Jills up. It is a ease of the "early bird," you know, so send the letters along as early as possible—by Wednesday at the latest. Peter Pan," c/o Waikato Times, Hamilton, is all the address necessary. Those who write for the Post Box are my special little people, so I am keeping a record of their names, and if I do not hear from them for a long lime I shall make inquiries. I am so pleased you enjoy the. page, children, and I know you will help mo lo keep it interesting. Don't forget about the verses and stories. Tomorrow is Anzac Day, when we shall honour the memory of the Australian and New Zealand boy_s who on that April morning eleven years ago scaled the steep cliffs of Gallipoli and bravely went to battle for liberty and honour. There must ever be a sadness about Anzac Day, for there are those who will never return, and whose graves now guard the rugged slopes, but is it not grand to know that the deeds they recorded are equal to any in the history of brave men, and arc an inspiring example for the men and women and boys and girls who follow. But I must not write more, or there will not be enough room for your letters. Goodnight, little folk.—Peter Pan.

The Ugly Duckling. Dear Peter Pan, —I am very sorry that I put a halfpenny stamp on my last letter. I was wondering if it had been lost. Anyhow, I will tell you about the ugly duckling. One day an old lady set a duck with ten eggs. After the duck had sat on the eggs for a long- time the eggs began to crack. Soon there were nine little ducks out, but one of the eggs took a long time to crack, when it did crack the bird was verv ugly. The friend of the cluck said it was a turkey. Anyhow, said the mother, "I will soon see." I wilt iell you how the duck go -to know next week. —Molly Barron (8 years), Manawaru. Your letter readied me quite safely last week, Molly, but, as I have explained in my letter, the column quickly fills up. Perhaps if you are lucky you may have two letters in today! We are looking forward to the end of your story.—Peter .Pan. Our Concrete Road. Dear Peter Pan, —I am going to tell '-ou about our farm. Wo have a nice lot of pigs and cows and a few horses. We have lino concrete roads in Pranklon which we have had for quite a long time now.—Norah Turner, Frankton. , Isn't it lovely to go spinning along the Frankton-llamilton road in a car, Norah? Write again soon to—Peter Pan. The Monkey and the Mirror. Dear Peter Pan, —I am now going to tell you how I spent my holidays. I vent' down to Auckland for a few weeks, and wc played on the beach nearly all day and bathed the rest of !he time. One afternoon we went out 1o the Zoological Gardens, where we saw the lions being fed. Somebody cave one of the monkeys a mirror, and all the other monkeys chased the one with the mirror. Next we saw the Polar bears dashing about in their icy cage. But wc were very sorry we could no't food them. I think now I nave written a good many words, so I must say good-bye. —Rona Lewis (0* years), Cambridge. You all love a visit lo the Zoo, don't you, little folks? I am pleased to hear from you again, my little Cambridge friend. —Peter Pan. A Splendid Concert. Dear Peter Pan,—l was reading the Waikato Times when I saw your letter, and I thought I would like to write a letter to you and lell you how I spent my Christmas holidays. lam sure you know how glad I was to hear we were getting our holidays. On the breakingup day wc had a concert in the Manawaru Public Hall. I was one of the artists. I was an Indian maid. We wore dresses made from sugar sacks, and also coloured beads, which shone brightly in the sunshine. At inc. end of the concert our teachers gave us three tins full of lollies. The concert was a huge success. The children's pr.rcnls were so pleased with us that our teachers decided we would have a public concert later on, just to let the Manawaru folk sec what we could do. I went into To Aroha for one whole day before Christmas to do my shopping, and to meet Sanla Clans; and I enjoyed myself very much. I wish Christmas would'come more often. .My birthday was on January 3. I was eight years old. My mamma gave mo a parly and birthday c,ake. I invited my girl friends, aunties and cousins; everyone gave me a sj.ee present. It is a pity birthdays only come once a year. I spent one week of my holidays with my Auntie, who lives at Mangaite, and all the rest of the lime 1 spent at home. —Molly Barron (S years), Manawaru, Tc Aroha.

Your letter was most interesting, Molly. That was a splendid concert, little Indian Maid. You are. a greedy girl to want more Ghristmascs and birthdays in a year, bulJ don't wonder, when you have such good times. — Peter I'au.