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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXII, Issue XI, 12 March 1904, Page 46

Alembers of the theatrical profession are always good-hearted and generous, but they like the fact known. A little Lambeth boy wrote to Aliss Alarie Loftus at the Grand Theatre, London, asking for a toy, and that popular lady, with her usual kindness of heart, sent along a big box of soldiers to him and his little brother. Their Christian names are John and Arthur. John, who is the elder, sent the following letter:— “Dear Aliss Loftus, — I am the biggest boy, so you must let me buy you a nice button-hole for your very self. I do so love you for my grand, lovely toys; they are nice. 1 said my prayers, as well as Arthur, and prayed for you and Santa Claus to give me a nice present. When I am a man I will buy you a nice lot of toys. Giving you my best love, and hoping you well, again with my love to you, John .”

The younger boy was not to be out done, and wrote as follows: —

“Dear Aliss Alarie Loftus,—l got your nice present this morning, and they are grand. I have said my prayers every night. I said, ‘Dear Santa Claus, .will you ask Aliss Alarie Loftus to send me and my brother a nice toy, and dear Santa Claus, will you ask God to look after Aliss Alarie Loftus and give her good health and happiness, and amen.’ Thanking you for the lovely soldiers. I am yours',' with’ love, Arthur —-rr>” ,

A small Scotch boy was summoned Id give evidence against his father who was accused of making a d’sturbance in the street. Said the bailie to him, “Ucimc. my wee mon, speak the trutli, and lot us know all ye ken about this affair.” “Well sir,” said the lad, “d’ye ken Inverness street “I do, laddie,” replied his worship. “Weel, ye gang along it and turn into the square and across the square ” “Yes, yes,” said the bailie, encouragingly. “An’ when ye gang across the square ye turn to tlie right, and up into High street, and keep on up High street till ye come to a pump.” “Quite right, my lad; proceed,” said his worship; “I know the old pump well.”

“Well,” said the boy, with the most infantile simplicity, “ye may gang and pump it, for ye’ll no pump me!”