Peter Pan's Post Box

Waikato Times, Volume 103, Issue 17384, 21 April 1928, Page 16 (Supplement)

Peter Pan's Post Box

Lilian Quinlan, Otorohanga.—Toby's feather is perfectly lovely, Lilian; tliank you ever so much for it. The Easter sports sound most successful and must have Riven lots of fun to hundreds. You were lucky having: so nice a day, weren't you?—Peter ran.

Annie Dernier, Motumaoho.—The drawing was a most successful attempt, Annie, and it is now up ou Peter Pan's wall. Write ayah), to us soon, Annie. —Peter Pan.

"Snowy," motumaoho.—Yes, "Snowy," that may be your pen-name. Speckles must be a very mischievous little hen, l.es! Congratulations on your first attempt in ink —it's a masterpiece considering' Mother tells me that your one year at school has heen much Interrupted by sickness. We are looking forward to your ne;:t letter now, "Snowy."—Peter Pan.

Cedric Jobe, Hamilton.—Your picnic at Te Aroha must have been great fun, Cedric. Isn't the Domain lovely? The lawns are so green and the (lowers so beautiful. The hot baths are Rood, aren't, they? Peter Pan.

Joan Millar, Mangatainoka.—Welcome to the Circle, Juan; we are glad that you can manage to join, and a paper will he sent to you every Saturday. Thank you ever so much for the story; we will put it in the Page as soon as possible.—Peter Pan.

"Hinomoa," Ngarua.—lt is such a Ions? time since we heard from you. Sheila, and we were very glad to get your letter. What a jolly Easter you had; it is so much better fun when there is a crowd of you together, isn't it? Araptini is a wonderful place, and you must have enjoyed your trip immensely.—Peter Pan.

"Shamrock,", Pukeatua.—Your trip to Te ftore. must have been jolly. "Shamrock." Isn't it lovely having- a car to drive all over the countryside in? The rata is lovely when it Is coining- out, isn't il? Can you drive yet?—Peter Pan.

"Briar Rose," Hamilton. —It was so nice to hear from you once again, "Briar Rose," about all your doing's. What Company and Patrol do you belong- to at Guides? The rally will be great fun, won't it? Is the new dance an English Country one? They are great fun, aren't they?—Peter Pan.

"80-peep," Ohaupo.—Peanuts arc fascinating- things when they are growing; they are something like the potato in the way they grow, aren't they? What colour is your l'iillia basket? It must be very interesting- work: do you like doingthat sort of thing? Your garden sounds most prosperous. Good luck to it!— Peter Pan.

"Chic," Frankton.—Your letters arc always beautifully neat, IJessie. You chose your pen-name well, because "chic" and "neatness'' arc so closely associated with one another. We love hearing from you so regularly, "Chic," and are looking forward to your next letter. —Peter Pan.

"Fuchsia," Claudeland'S.—How old are your little kittens, .Nonie? They mustbe dear little playful things; but aren't they naughty at limes: Just wait till they get at mother's work-basket among her embroidery silks! They have the time of their lives and ruin the poor silks. Peter Pan knows, because he has seen the mess when pussy has finished! —Peter Pan.

Dorothy Thomas, Frankton.—What excitement there will be, Dorothy, when the flower You will know then what sort of bulb it is. won't, you? lias it grown much since you last wrote? From your description it had grown awfully quickly in the month. —Peter Pan.

Ruby Moore, To Rapa.—lias the bulb begun to llower yet? It is marvellous the way in which it obtains nourishment from water. Peter Pan can just imagine what excitement there is among- you all when a new shoot arrives!—Peter. Pan.

Peggy Kennedy, Frankton.—Have you ever been stung by a bee, Peggy? It does hurt! They are awfully interesting to watch, and one day Peter Pan is going-

to have a hive all of his own and see how they live and grow and gather pollen and make honey. Won't it be fun?—Peter Pan.

Gordon Thomas, Frankton.—What a I'easl your pussy must have had after catching the. mice, Cordon! lias he caught any more yet? And what name do you call him?—Peter Pan.

. Mary Armitage, Frankton. —Isn't it wonderful the way a bulb grows in water, Mary? Ami so interesting to watch it dav by dav; you can practically see it growing, can't you? How far has it grown now? —Peter Pan.

Jean Fisher, Frankton. —What a great irip to Arapuni, Joan! Do you gather many worms for the fowls? They are sure' to appreciate such a delicacy! You have won a place on the Honours Hoard again this week. Congratulations.—Peter Pan.

Lorraine Pardinqton. Forest Lake. —Ave worms crawiev things, Lorraine? They have only one nerve which runs in a straight line down the centre of the body. If a worm is cut in half the two halves scuttle oil' in dilfei-eiit directions! It iia-< been done, but I don't know if it causes the worm any pain.—Peter Pan.

Ernest Gummer, Morrinsville. —Won't you miss swimming in the baths, Ernest! lietter luck next season with the medals. Ye* Ihe'Mav holidays will soon be here and' the Winter Show in Hamilton, too. Won't that be fun?—Peter Pan.

Gladys Mole, Frankton. —Yes, Gladys, von may have "Dawn" as your pen-name as it ha'< not already been claimed. I was surprised because I had thought that it had already been claimed, but on looking at the rolls I find it isn't so. We were awfully glad to hear from you again, and hope you are going lo write often to us.— Peter'Pan.

LETTERS to b» Addressed : PETER PAN, Care Vtfalketo Times Box 155, HAMILTON.

Owen Elliott, Te Rapa.—How annoying for the launch to stop, Owen! It. was such a waste or time, wasn't it? \ou did very well getting so many eels; what did you do with them all? —l'eter Pan.

Dorothy Thomas, Frankton.—What a busy Easter you had, Dorothy. Do you like housekeeping? 1 should think you would he very successl'ul if you kept the house as neatly as you write your letters. —Peter Pan.

Allan Fisher, Frankton. —You do write well, Alan; Peter Pan could never use a pen as you do when he was 7. Doesn t the swing bridge shake when you go on it? it makes "one awfully giddy loosing over it. —Peter Pan.

Desmond Thomast Frankton. —Did you get manv chestnuts, Desmond? Peter Pan loves them. There's nothing cosier than to sit in front of a roaring tire when the wind is whistling outside and the rain beating down against the windows, and to roast chestnuts. Don't they jump a long way when they "pop ? Peter Pan.

Gladys Barlow, Morrinsville. —What a full Easter vou had, Gladys! It is such fun when you have lots to do, isn't it? What is vour pen-name, Gladys? I have not got It on the roils and it wasn't very clearly written in your letter. Is it "Kia Ora"? —Peter Pan.

"Pam," Claudelands. —Your solutions to the puzzles were correct, "Pain" —good for you! Peter Pan thinks bantams are the dearest little things imaginable: ami t their eggs dear little things? Write to us again soon, won't you?—Peter Pan.

FROM A NEW MEMBER. Dear Peter Pan, —I like football and cricket. We have two wee pussies and three puppies. I got. my leg cut at school and daddy had to take me to the doctor and he put six stitches in it. We have a dear wee baby sister only seven weeks old. Do you like reading? I do very much.—Trevor Mathers, Matamata. Welcome to our Circle, Trevor. We were so glad to get your letter. Your leg must have been awfully painful until the stitches were put In. What is baby's name? Yes, Peter Pan loves reading and is glad to hear that you do, too. Do you often swim in the Crystal Springs, Trevor? They are wonderful, and Peter just loves swimming in them. Write again sou., won't you?—Peter Tan. THE WINNING NOTES. Dear Peter Pan, —The poplars that grow on the roadside are covered with beautiful golden, brown, and yellow leaves. The berries on the briar, rose, and hawthorn bushes are now a deep red. The appl-'S are ripe, the fruit tree leaves are turning brown, and the trees are preparing for their long winter's rest. The Virginian creeper climbing up the wall is a mass of red and gold. Little blue butterflies butter to and fro in the flower garden. .Many of the pretty summer flowers are gone, but the dahlias are in full bloom. They will continue to he so until Jack frost, destroys their beauty. The roses are also flowering for their last time before the winter. The pretty coloured cosmeas are now making a great show in many gardens. The gum trees are also in bud and some are in flower. The young birds that were, have grown big and now sing in the sunshine. The young lambs have also grown to sheep and are now getting thicker coats for the colder days. What would we do without animals, birds, trees or flowers? Do you know, Peter Pan?—Sissy Stark (10), Motumaoho. Congratulations on your .Notes. Sissy. They were very good, and Peter is very glad that you have won because each week you are so keen on the competitions.— Peter Pan. ABOUT ALL SORTS OF THINGS. Dear Peter Pan, —I am living at home now so 1 will be able to write, more often, and lam glad too. I have fallen off my pretty ponv twice now. The first time I fell off her was last Wednesday Highland right into the bidabids. The second lime was on Tuesday, when a bird Hew out of the and I Hew in. The other dav some of our little pigs got into the separator shed and stole a canful of our precious cream. Pigs are such cheeky little things, aren't they? I suppose you know them. My brother Hob is just beginning to get about now after being in bed for about nine or ten months, and. my word, isn't he pleased: lie Is allowed to play the piano for a quarter or an hour. One morning dear little Mabbit had a funny experience. She was in the yard with'our cows at milking time. When she was shaking heads with Brownie. Patch came along and tried to bum Mabbit. but Mabby turned around and bunted her in the race. As little Mabby has a nice sharp little pair or horns. Patch kept well away afterwards. — Mkau" (I i), Waihou. Whal a job you must have had trying to get free or the. bidabids arter falling into them. "Nikau." Dirt you hurt yourself in either rail? The pigs must have had a marvellous time with the cream: but vou didn't like going without, did vou' 1 ' 1 suppose they wondered whal they'll come across when they tasted the lovely creamy stuff! What was wrong with flob? He must, be very pleased o move round again after ten months. Patch showed some sense in keeping away arter one bunt, didn't she?—Peter Pan.

A TINY SCHOOL. nrar Peter Pan,—l have three brothers: il,o three of us ride to school on a little nonv The pony's name is Minny. We rid not ro tn ii proper school because it is Km rar so we just fro to a private school Mv brothers' names are John. hen and Frank. There are only live or us icoinir to the private school. Frank is only lour so he stays at home.—Mabel, "ylui did not. sigrn your full name. Mabel. What is it. and when is your birthday and how old are you? Mich lots or questions, but Peter Pan wants to know all about you. Do you like school. Mabel? it must be run iroinfr to so tiny a one. You will have a chance or Prouinjr on quickly though, won't you? Write to us affaln soon, Mabel.—Peter Pan.

THE WINNING NOTES. Dear Peter Pan, —Autumn is now here. The beautiful butterflies and the busy bees have all disappeared. In their plac'a are millions of little silver-greyish moths. These moths settle on the Aowers lika Hocks of birds which settle in the padnocks for a rest on their homeward flight. Sometimes as it often happens these little insects almost cover the flowers. They are not so beautiful as the dainty little butterflies or as useful as the busy little bees, but they are so interesting to study. In the early morning when the dew is still on the grass and the sun is peepinjr over the hilltops, we orten hear the larlc high up in the sky carolling his morning hymn to the bright and busy world. Then again in the evening as the daylight wanes he is again heard bidding "Good-night" to the tired but happy world below. Wonderrul Mature is Man's most beauttrul fritind.—Lily Mazengarb (10), Motumaoho. Congratulations, Lily. Peter Pan is glad to give, you the prize because, like Sissy, you are always so keen on the competitions.—peter Pan. THE LITTLE WHITE-EYE. Dear Peter Pan, —I was reading of some birds in your page and I thought. I would tell you or the little white-eye. It is a very small bird. We were picMnff peaches when several of these flew to the tree in which we were and started reeding on fruit at the other side or the tree. I looked at them and noticed their wings were coloured with a little green tinge. Their eyes have a white, ring around them which makes them look very inaulsitive. '1 hey hit from one piece or ti-tree to another all the way to school. —Kathleen Baldwin. Welcome to our Circle, Kathleen. Do the white-eyes eat the rruit in the orchards? Their colouring sounds very lovely. Hard luck. Kathleen, both "Rosebud and "Snowdrop" are already claimed as pen-names. Will you choose, another one? We are looking rorwarri to another letter from you soon.—Peter Tan. THE PRAYING" MANTIS. Dear Peter Pan, —Have you ever seen t* real live kaka? I have. The other dav T lour or them flew over our house. They were flying very low and were going in a northerly direction. The colour or the kaka is olive brown, although it is tinted with a Tew other colours. It is round in both the North and South Islands. I also saw a praying mantis. It was green all r over. It had four legs, or really six with the two long ones that it puts up to its head when it prays. I watched it ror quite a long while. They are hard to see amongst the green leaves.—Lorna Stockley (li), Elstow. No, Lorna, I don't think I have ever seen a kaka. They must have been flying to a warmer region ror the winter— I wonder where they go to. The prayinp mantis is the most rascinating thing. It is very hard to distinguish them rrom the* green grass. Don't you hate the feel of them when they crawl over your hand?—• Peter Pan.

THE AUTUMN GARDEN. Dear Peter Pan, —At present our garden is a picture. blooming in it are clumps of michaelmas daisy. It is just like a white cloud. The bees and butterflies - simply love it. The other day about flve x little fantails were singing, chirping, and flitting about our willow tree. One of them came right up to me, and I began « feeding it with crumbs. I noticed that all the bulbs were pushing their way through, and even the wattle is getting ready. Its buds are very tiny. The oak and 'maple are getting their autumn rrocks. The berry bushes are gradually turning red, yellow and brown. —"Hustling Leaves" (9), Hamilton. You have been keeping your eyes open. Nancy, haven't vou? The berries are looking lovelv now, especially the scarlet ones. And aren't the dahlias gorgeous; it seems to be a very good season for them. It will not be long now before the gardens are golden with daffodils, will it? Write again soon, "Rustling Leaves."—Peter Pan. AT ST. HELIER'S. Dear Peter Pan, —I went to St. Helier's Bav Tor the Easter holidays and when I reached home on Tuesday night I round mv prize waiting for me. It was a surprise. Thank you ror the book, Peter Pan I hart a good time at the beach, as the weather was lovely and I went in bathing. Lady Bay is a lovely sheltered place, and very safe. We had a jolly picnic there. I picked up some pretty shells and iellvllsh. and my cousin dressed up with me in some pretty seaweed and we called ourselves sea-maidens. I am glad vou went to the hot springs, for I think they are lovelv. It is my uncle's place and I was there in the Christmas holidays. Thank vou ror the birthday greetings.— "Silver "Swan," Frankton. We are so glad you like the prize we sent you, "Silver Swan." St. Helier's is a great place for a holiday; so is Kohl. Did vou go round to Kohl at all? Lady Bav is a wonderful spot for a picnic. The Springs are certainly wonderful. Your holiday there, must have been a very happy one.—Peter Pan.