LOTS AND LOTS

Evening Post, Volume CXV, Issue 35, 11 February 1933, Page 19

LOTS AND LOTS

Betty BI6W. Kolburn.—l'm snrrv thn KTimm<

Betty- Blow, Kelburn.—l'm sorry the Summi Lady missed all that beauty, but at least. ahe lost It, I am the richer. ■ "Swastika," Karorl.—l truly like the "flnlst Ing bits" when tho rest is sent to me. It a temptation to use, both of them, though 1 "Starry Eyos," City.—Just catch the Post earlier- next time, sweet. It arrived a da .late. ..-.,• "tiriy Dwarf," • Newlands.—That trick Is we ■ known. Even-I wasn't caught by It! that all .of the new address, dear? - "Daphie Duck," .-.< Ne'wlahds.—Probably M Jones needed a Joy-germ, -don't you think?: "Freda Frog," Newiands.—But who Is "hei Diving so wejl,, he ,inlght .be a frog, too. "Gelia Gnome," Newiands.—That was ono fi the butterfly, wasn't It? But he asked f( "Golden Gorse," Karorl.—You'll have to ti hard, to keep top this year, darling. "Moonshine . Fairy," Karorl.—They we crocked t: ,/tb.ere must' have been an eartl quake. VTlgnywlnkle,"- Karorl.—Sid the sun kiss yo ... too, or were-you wise In a sun-hatf "Princess Penelope," Karori.—You're toolltt • for ,a bathing-suit, so you wouldn't burn. Diana Nottingham, Cjty.—You need ane ~ pen-name, plslo. Saturday morning Is qul the best time, so please do. "Talkie," Petone.^-r-'C'ourso I 'remember: I hal your photograph. . ■'. . Sunset-over-the-s< that you made, is beautiful. "Barnacle Bill," Petone.—You've' had a we< longer holiday-time than most, haven't you How did the tramping fare? Harold Par-hit;' Christohurch The shadi drawing I can't use; lad, but there will 1 - room in the Sea Page for the trim barque. "Boss Fairy," Brooklyn.—Such a party 1 Wh; sort of games did you play, chick? "Antiope," -Seatoun.—A pretty story. I'll Bl . It In before summer is ended. : "Storyglrl," Kelburn ; --Well'. . . maybo . , •but I'm not telling. I suppose you're sa' Ing your share' of rice puddings now—ar living on lettuces. ' Grand 1 "Fluffy,'? City.—Don't forget you owe someoi a letter, chick—and Terrier, too. "Queen of Hearts;" City.—lt sound 3 awful nice. I'll try It some day. ; "Wally Wagtail," Ngaio.—Such a playgroui it must be. Ever such fun you have. "Rio Grande," City.—But that' 3 the nice place of all for. poetry-making. I've be< . there, too, ' "Merry Pat," City.—That's a wise way to loc at it, elf. For, after all, school is funl "Felix tha Cat," City.—Clever one, swlmmir so small I But Oriental Bay, on a sunr day. Is happiness... - "Shadow Pixie." City.—Never too soon 1 wink of things like that, pixie. We welcon Autumn in April. "Cu.^Oy>nn.lftta'Jal—What tvm ««* n<m<js «aa? which class are you in now? "D.?m dy' I 6 .Cowboy," Petone.—Why, that's 111 Higgledy-piggledy, my black henl" Onl sometimes they lay one, and sometimes tw "s''vllr _ Spray," Petone.—Just like a visit I the Zoo, finding those answers. "Betsy-Girl," City.—Next time paint tho si and the grass. Watch for the Sea Page pii turo, cblldeen. . "•'' Arrow," Lyall Bay.—We'll tuck it awe » till Spring happens along. But noxt tin remember to use just ono sldo. "Briar Rose," Lower Hurt.—Where were ye camping, of? Was it 'way out in the com try somewhere? "Pooh," city.—Wero thero turkeys and chlcl ens on that farm—or just cows and horses "George O'Brian." City.—And did you, to spend glorious days by the sea at Otakl? wintry poem, lad. "Silver Slippers," City.—Where did the de! poem come from, darling? Such a flylr "Gloaming," City.—Seems like when you wei very young, doesn't it? "Frankenstein,"- City.—But, even now, T don think boys sing better than girls! "Just Jerry," Berhampore.—And so away i bed they wentl I think they're like oi sleepy Summer Lady. "De-D'e," Eastbourne.—What "name have ye found for your small flufflness, colleen? "Ngaio Nymph," Ngaio.—Did you climb on ti elephant, and, go riding on hi 3 big, broa back? "Harley-Davldson," Ngaio.—But how interes Ing I Don't you feel proud of that long-aj "East Lynne," Mlramar.—So very soon no you'll be kutttlng as well as big sister! "Blue Roses," Mlramar.—o, many happy n turns! Birthdays aro the grandest fun. "Mlsb Nobody," Karorl.—l've found for ye the newest, pinkest mushroom, so's you ca sit and write stories!