MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY

Evening Star, Issue 20137, 30 March 1929, Page 20

MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY

Edgar Beadle, Bonnie View, _ 109 Gladstone road, Dalmore, had a birthday the other day. It was specially nice, because mother has been in hospital and is homo again. Adam, Bill, and Agnes Allan were at the party. The radio postie remembered all of them. Mr Freeland, Shingley Creek, Palmerston South, had a birthday the other day. It was Sunday, March 24. He got quite a shock when the radio postio blew his whistle and left a parcel in the drawer nevt to his chair in the dining room. Winona and John Hay, 73 Kirkcaldy street. South Dunedin, had a birthday celebration on March 26. John’s birthday had been in February, but the radio postie remembered them together. He left something under the mat at the front door. Beth Brown, 47 Baker street, Caversham, had a. visit from the radio postie last Tuesday night. Something was left in the dining room under the cushion of the Chesterfield. Mr Randle, Bright street, Roslyn, had a birthday last Saturday. He is a good fellow’ and a member of the family. Of course, the postio remembered him. There was a parcel left in his workshop. Mary Jelley 9 Mosgiel street, Mornington. was five years old the other day. Did she have a party? I should certainly say so. The radio postio called with a parcel, and left it in the radio cabinet. As Mary is five years old she starts school at once. Good luck to Mary Jelley. Iris "Gordon, 45 Kirkcaldy street, South Dunedin, has had another birthday. Gracious, how the times does (!v. Iris wanted .some bath salts as a birthday present. The radio postie took a "parcel and left it at the front door. The parcel was shaped like a packet of hath salts, too. Shirley Spencer, ol Reef ton, went to visit Gran’father Clark who lives at Oamaru. Her birthday came round whilst she was there, and she had a perfectly lovely time; there was a simply stunning little cake, with candles on it. The radio postio left two parcels, one in Aunt Doris’s bedroom, and the other under the dining room table.

10 Begg street, St. Hilda. Dear Brother Bill, —I am sending in my answer to this week’s puzzle. I have tried several of your competitions, but I have never been successful yet. 1 wonder if I have a chance this week? It was much harder than your last one. Don’t you feel sorry for the poor people who had their homes flooded ? Wo were not flooded, but 1 have an auntie who has a shop in Albany street, and she was Hooded. My little sister has tried some of your competitions, but she never sends them in. Well. I must close now.—With best love, G wend a Viuey. [Thank you for your letter, Gwenda Viney. The one above is from Evelyn. The results of the competition for which you entered will bo announced next week. Look out for them lam most certainly sorry for the people who had their homes destroyed during the floods, and I think that it is n dreadful thing that a city like Dunedin should be so exposed to destruction and danger byfloods after qyily two days’ rain. Your aunt must have had a very bad time indeed, because Brother Bill knows what happened to folk who lived in Albany- street. You must svrite again about Evelyn’s birthday-, something should certainly bo done to help her remember.]

11 Falkirk street, Dalmore

Dear Big Brother Bill, —May J become one of your happy family? 1 enjoy reading the page in the Saturday night’s ‘ Star,’ especially the bedtime story. We have no wireless, but we go over to Edgar Beadto’s place to listen in sometimes. lam twelve years old, and in Standard VI, at school. My birthday is on October 15. 1 have two brothers, Willie (Bill) and Adam. We have a dog (Tweed) and a cat (Toby). Our house overlooks the harbour, and North-cast Valley Gardens. We had a grand view of the flood, and wo see nearly every boat that comes in. The little ferry steamer got stuck on a sand bank this morning, but it managed to get away again.

1 will close with love to you and your family.—l remain, yours truly, Agnes Allan

Dear Brother Bill, —I am writing you instead of my smaller brother, Adam. He wants to know if he may become one of your family. He is ten years old, and is in Standard lit. at school. His birthday is on January 3. I think that I have told all the news, Brother Bill, so I will close. With love to all and yourself —Adam and Agnes Allan. [Bill Adam, and yourself are very welcome to tho family, Agnes Allan. Yours is quite a nice little letter indeed, and you have been given five marks in tho Honour Square for interest. I know where Edgar Beadle lives, of course, and can guess the lovely view you have from _ your house. We have a wonderful view from ours of both harbour and city, but you would have the best view of the flood. It was a dreadful business, ai,id the people on tho high places were very fortunate indeed Is Tweed a collio dog or a terrier'- I expect that Toby is a round, fat cat with nothing to do but oat and lie in the sun. We have a tom-kitten named Nigger, from which you can gucs-- Ins colour. At present another tom - kitten exactly the same colour, is snooping round our house trying to claim relationship with Nigger Every time the stranger purrs his quite friendly intentions into tho car of Nigger, tho little black scamp growls awa, <ft wii in ilia throat. Like Bill in the wax picture, Nigger seems to bo warning tho stranger to “go away and find a hole of his own.” But tho stranger won’t go, so it looks as though wo arc tc have two black tomkittens about tho place. The new fellow has the loveliest Persian coat, with a tail like a fox brush.] Palmerston South. Dear Big Brother Bill,—l arn sorry I have not. written to you for a long time but I get a lot of lessons to do, for 1 am in Standard V, I hope that you did not get washed out. When T arrived home _on the Tuesday afternoon I was soaking wet and had to change all my clothes. I enjoy the talks that you give on Angora rabbits and tho stories which yon give at the children’s hour. I'have a little pup, and her name is Tip. She is very playful and jumps upon oui logs. Wo had our Sunday School picnic at Bushev last Saturday, and I won one prize in the races. —I remain, yours sincerely, Charh, Chisholm

[Lessons do get more difficult ns you climb higher in the school, don’t they, Charlie Chisholm 1' But you’re growing up, young man, and ought to be better able to do them You’d he a little bit surprised if mother offered you a milk bottle and some baby’s fond for dinner, wouldn’t you, and remonstrate with her very quickly. Well, you’ro growing up in mind as well as in body, Charlie, which is the reason why lessons become harder as you climb higher. It’s really a compliment to yon. No, wo didn’t gel_ washed out, which is a verv good thing lor many people. If Brother Bill bad been flooded out it would have meant the greatest flood in the history of Now Zealand. You see, I. live on the top of a very high hill. I’m glad that you like the'talk about the Angoras. You ought to got soma, Charlie. They are called the “ Fairiar of the Babbit Fancy,” and are really the loveliest things to look at, and make most affectionate pets. Look after your little pup, son, she will make a dandy playmate both now and in years to conic. A dog gives more, in affection for less hi attention than any animal alive.] 118 Arthur street. Dear Brother Bill,—l thought I would like to join your radio family. I have a little sister who is two years old Her name is Phyllis. lam seven years old, and I go to the Arthur Street School. I am in Class 4. 1 listened-in to the children’s hour at Mrs Finlayson's place. She has a nice wireless set, and I like it and enjoy it very much. Will ypu road my letter over the air on Tuesday night, as I will he listening-in at Mrs FinlayROn > s ?—With love to Big Brother Bill, Colin Burgess.

[Well, Colin Burgess, I had so many letters to read over the air that yours was missed out,_ but you cun read it in print, which is the next hest tiling. You are very welcome to the family; vour little sister, too. Mrs Finlayson evidently belongs to the company; ol good people who share their enjoyments with the bairns; happily she is not alone in this kindness. 1 U 'vhisper u secret to Colin. It folk would only be kind one to one another this old earth would become such a lovely place we wouldn’t want to die because heaven couldn’t be either better or different. Write again soon.]