LOTS AND LOTS.

Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 49, 26 August 1933, Page 7

LOTS AND LOTS.

"Joybird," Trentham.— Why, luckiness, you're enjo.vinK every minute of-your holidays. "Harold Lloyd," Greytown.—You surely passed, 'cos isn't the total 500? . "Sleeping Beauty," Greytown.—You did well, too. Did you come near the top? "Sunkist," Greytown.—Are there any new lambs round about your way yet? "Brown Elf," Greytown.—Tomatoes again, and marrows, that you grew last year? "White Rabbit," Seatoun.—Sounds as If summer were best, with all those stored-up plans and picnic Ideas "Shining Star," Seatoun.—Fun on the hills, but don't you love the beaches more? "Irish Rose," Kilblrnle.—That's excitlngness. What have you started to detect? "Latona," Lyall Bay.—Yes, it's Xanclna—and why give poor clerics shocks? Look after your sense of humour, and don't puzzle about your soul. "Wally Wagtail," Nsaio.—lsn't It fun collecting -them? Some of the dogs are fine, and so-are the cars, "Boy Chevalier," Lower Hutt—l (Hdn't know you were such air expert. Hope the wrist outlasted the tournament. "Rainbow Gold," City.—lnky must be a real boy—all mud and merriment. "Fairy Dancer," Newtown.—o, the Bird Page is all but here now —and the birds. "Zodiac," City.—That's excellent. It turns a . too-large poem into a grand story. "Golden Beam," Karori.—They'll do splendidly for Gift List time, girleen. "Bud," Karori.—But you were awfully Quiet, air your visit. Was it so strange? "Joysabel," City.—Everything was right except the Idea, and that has been written about so very many times, childie. "Timmy Wliifller," City.—But however did a baby net there? It puzzled me entirely. "Daisy Dawn," Karori.—Perhaps they're loveliest now,, with their hill of daffodils. Elizabeth Baucke, City.—We have a "Primrose," small one. You and sister Helen both send two or three other names each. Helen Baucke, CKy.—lt's fairy poetry, but we haven't room for "copies" any more. "Mustard," City.—lt is a record. Are the hats crocheted as well? "Shenandoafi," Berbampore.—Spring holidays after all, spite of the bad start. "Polly Winkle," Brooklyn.—A pity, but you happened on an jdea tliat we've had before. "Purple Pansy." Seatoun.—Eager for holidays this time, or sorry they've arrived ? "Antiope," Seatoun.—Didn't you chuckle? One, alive, would be an old man, and the other fearfully surprised 1 ' "Pollyanna'," Kelburn.—l advise a carbon-copy of your letters —then you will know! It was about paragraphs, mostly. "Lassie," Kelburn.—l spent a stolen half-hour exploring them . . . made me wish for paste and paintbox all over ai;ain. "Shy Princess," Karori.—She has enough pen- . friends now, darling, so find someone else. They're very dainty, wee verses. : "Elfln Gladness," Miramar.—Had you forgotten •it? . Printer-man was, just keeping it till there was n spare corner ready.. • ■ . "Bobbolink," Petone.—The drawing'is tod large; and the story, though ever' So much tidier, might have the same fault, fay. . / John Shaw, City.—That's hardest.'luck, you've had, only I 'spect you read and paint—and I know you write—better than most of us do. ■ ■ ~.>:.'..," "Morris Minor," City.—That's a Rood name. You'll be able to work the puzzles. "Butterfly," Stokes Valley.—4Dld :. that make you top of your own class as.well?. . . "Mitel Green," Ohiro Bay.—But we've had much more sun since holidays started. Derek Smith, Miramar.—Sorry,. lad, but the name belongs. What else will you be? "Mussolini," Carterton.—How did you manage to come across all the different stamps, boy? Do you exchange with someone? .. "Sparkling Eyes," Lower Hutt.—But you know her address now, so carry on. "Soot," City.—l can't ask about playing-cards, because it's an advertisement;' but I think I can gather up some for you. "Happy," Takaka.—Singing verses, darling, but I liked Mr. Twinkle best-of-all. "Midnight Mist," City.—'Spite of exams., you still find time for story-making. "Red Wine,," City.—Yes, I .wrote it, only I had forgotten It. The bulgy envelope made up for all .the past weeks. "Valeric Moya," Miramar.—But surely you may. Do you play basket-ball too? "Singing Fairy," Miramar.—Chick, you wrote your-story on ■ both sides of the paper, so Printer-man couldn't use it at all. "Antoinette," Miramar.—This time I'll find somebody who doesn't live so near. "Jeanne," City.—Space is our trouble, lass. So hard to find room for everything, that series of pictures may be left.i ■ , "Fairy Kindhcart," Lower Hutt.—lt's very good, but read Rule Five in the Ring. Rosemary Burr, Lower Hutt.—lt's taken also, pixie. Would .you' like "Jlarybud?" "Waxdoll," Petone.—Yes, chick. Just poems and stories must be your own. "Daphne Rose," The Sounds.—Swim?—but yesl I know your Wharehunga well, you see, and most of the lovely Sounds.