PETER PAN’S POST BOX.

Waikato Times, Volume 122, Issue 20492, 7 May 1938, Page 21 (Supplement)

PETER PAN’S POST BOX.

Curly, Te Rapa. —Such a stranger you are, Curly, and Peter was so pleased to hear from you again. How would you like to call your puppy Scooter? The days ar getting very cold, aren’t they,, and Peter thinks that It will not be very long bernre we have Jark Frost with us again, do you?—Peter Pan.

Teddy Beaven, Frankton —Such a big welcome we send to you. Teddy, and Peter hopes to have such lots and lots or Interesting letters from you. What a Jolly holiday you must have had on the farm. It Is lovely fun helping too, isn’t it? Do write to us again very soon, won’t you? —Peter Pan.

Jack Turtle, Ohaupo.—Peter loves to listen to the buglers, don’t you, Jack Turtle, and he thinks that the Anzac services are lovely. What a splendid time you must have with your mecanno. There are so many different models to make, aren’t there? The flowers seem to be very muddled, don’t they?—Peter Pan.

Wary Barnett, Te Awamutu.—Such a stranger you are, Mary; Peter was sure that you had forgotten the circle altogether. What darlings the little puppies must be. Are you going to keep them all or are you giving them away? Don’t forget us for so long again, will you?— Peter Pan.

Tootsie, Te Mata. —Such a lovely neat letter from you this week, Tootsie, and Peter was very pleased when be found a letter from you in his mall. He hopes that you have the Jolllest or birthdays; are you going to have a party? Do write and tell us all about your girts, won’t you? —Peter Pan.

Kotaretare, Tauwhare —You have been very busy making up verses, haven’t you, Kotaretare and Peter Is sure that you enjoy the pastime very much. The grass is not at all nice when It gets into your shoes. Is It? Yes, the gardens are looking lovely after the rain, Peter thinks.— Peter Pan.

Alex Hlokman, Kauroa.—Peter sends you the biggest welcome he can And In his welcome chest, Alex, and he hopes that you will enjoy the page even more now that you are a member. Do write us lot§ or letters, won’t you? Peter loves to go mushrooming, too; they are very late this year, aren’t they?—Peter Pan.

Iran* Turner, Matangl. —Such a stranger you are, Irene, that Peter thought you were never going to writ© to us again. Peter thinks that you must have had a very enjoyable holiday over Easter. Travelling Is splendid run, isn’t it?—Peter Pan.

■dward Mitchell, Cambridge. —Gloria Rawllnson’s verses are lovely, aren't they, Edward, and Peter is sure that you will love “To Let.” Such a lovely ne\V wardrobe you have, haven’t you? Peter is sure that you are very proud of your nice new Jerseys, too. Do write again soon.—Peter Pan.

Myra Murray, Hamilton.—The Holiday Ship does not seem to have very long rests, does It, Myra, before It Is oIT for another cruise on the blue waters or Happy Holidays. Don’t Torget to put your full name, age, and address on your next letter, will you?—Peter Pan.

Phyllis Mitchell, Cambridge. —Such a welcome letter yours was after such a long length of silence, Phyllis, and Peter hopes that you will not forget us for so long again. The Anzac service was very nice, wasn’t It? Peter liked to listen to it, too.—Peter Pan.

Daah of Bcotch, Frankton. —You are another stranger, Dash or Scotch and Peter was so pleased to hear from you again. He hopes that you have had the ! best of luck in your examinations. They ! are not at all nice, are they? Don’t Tor- : get to write to us again soon, will you? —Peter Pan. ' EXAMINATION REBULTB Dear Peter, —I have received my Honours Board book and it Is very nice. We have got some of our results and I have come fifth In the shorthand and second in the typing. At school we have begun playing basketball. Isn’t it cold these mornings, and It’s very hard to crawl out or a nice warm bed. Our cat likes to occupy a prominent place by the fire and IT he can’t he Jumps on to somebody’s knee and makes himself quite at home. My bulbs are about four Inches high now, except Tor the later blooming flowers. The other day I saw a double petallcd jonquil In bloom and It had a lovely scent. I saw a chrysanthemum the other day which looks Just like a pohutakawa flower, »nly it was yellow. This is very short but news Is scare. Good-nlglit.—Greek Shepherdess (14), Hamilton. It is lovely to have your examination over, isn’t it, Greek Shepherdess, and Peter Is sure you are very pleased with the results. The mornings are turning very cold, aren’t they; Peter doesn’t like leaving his bed either.—Peter Pan. ***** HELPING MOTHER Dear Peter Pan, —No doubt you will be thinking that I have forgotten you, after all this time. But to tell you the truth Peter I have been so busy helping Mum, as my Dad is in hospital, and he has been there two weeks now, and I don’t know when he will be home. We have a few cosmos, and lots of different coloured chrysanthemums out In the garden. Our dear little black kitten died yesterday, Peter, and we miss It very much, as It was such a darling. We still have the mother cat, and another little kitten lert, much bigger than the one that has died. My little brother will soon be going to school, as soon as the bus starts running. It was a dreary walk every Hay going to schpol that long distance, Peter. Well, this is all the news for now. Hoping you are well. From your loving friend Lloyd Martin (9), Koromatua. Peter Is sure you are a splendid help to your Mother while your Daddy Is 111, Lloyd, and Peter hopes that you will soon have him home again. The gardens are lovely at present, aren’t they?—Peter Pan. PREPARING FOR WINTER Dear Peter Tan.—l'm sorry that I have not written to you before, as I have been very busy. I have just made a cover for my doll’s pram knitted a scarr for my brother, and also 1 knitted a woollen coat for one of my dolls. Mum said that I

The Way to be Happy Oneself is to Make Others Happy.”

PETER PAN'S LETTER

JjEAR GIRLS AND BOYS, Do you know the loveliest thing there Is that never fades but shines brighter when the days are dull and ohoerless, and when the golden eun refuses to shine through the leaden olouds? Well, It Is Mother's Love. Once upon a time, all the angels In the heavens were sent to the Land of the Mortals to find the loveliest thing the land held and they were to return when they had found It and tell their 'King. So all the Angels spread their white wings and flew to earth, of course they did not remain as angels but travelled around In the world disguised as birds or travellers and as they went they searched and searched for the most beautiful thing on earth. The first thing they found was the gold of the sunset but ae they gathered It to take baok wlh them It died as the shades of night fell, and then they discovered the delicate petals of the flowers which were so beautiful In the sun and air that they gathered together great armfuls. But alas before they had gone far the flowers drooped and fell and the once soft and silken petals withered and died. Next they found a baby’s smile which was bright and sunny and they said, ‘‘Surely this Is the loveliest thing there Is. Let us take It back to our King and show It to him!” But when they turned to gather the smile It had disappeared and In its place was a cross frown and an angry pout. Then the Head Angel caid, ‘‘ls there nothing on this earth which can keep Its beauty for ever, 10, we have searched high and low and we have not yet found anything that will never die. The scent of the flowers fades, the flowers themselves wither and die, the smile of a baby changes when It Is cross and everything that Is beautiful seems soon to fade.” ‘‘No not everything,” said the youngest angel, “for I have found something which Is far lovelier than the scent of the flowers or a baby’s smile, and It does not fade when the night shades fall nor does It wither and die when the air and rain are kept from It.” ‘‘Tell us what this great treasure can be, so that we may take It to our King,” said the angels and the smallest angel turned and pointed to a mother who was playing with her little child. Said the youngest Angel, ‘‘a mother’s love shines brighter than ever when there Is trouble or sorrow, and It will never die. That Is the greatest and the loveliest thing that we can find.” 80 the Angels flew back to their heavenly home and told their King that the richest and most precious gift in the Land of the Mortals was a Mother’s Love. To-morrow, May 8, Is Mother’s Day and Peter Is sure that each one of his little members will try to make this day the Happiest one ever for the Loveliest Lady In the Land and he knows that each one of you will wear a white flower for her, and try to do some kind deeds during the day to make her happy. And now hopes for the sunniest days ever and lots of white flowers to you all, from the smallest ones to the “nearly grown-ups.” From your own

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will be able to help her to knit Jumpers for myself very soon. We went to a party a w£ek ago, Peter, given by our teacher, who was relieving Just before the Easter holidays. It was for the children In our room that Mrs Barrett had charge of. I wonder if you remember about this time last year, when my brother wrote, and told you all about our tame owl. Well, Peter, the owl Is back again with us. I am off to school again to-morrow, as I have been home nearly a week with a cold. Cheerio for now Peter. From your loving friend Shirley Martin (7), Koromatua. Peter thinks you are a very clever little girl to be able to do so much knitting, Shirley. How tame the owl Is, Isn’t he? Such a iolly party you must have had with all your little rrlends.—Peter Pan. WELCOME RAIN Dear Peter Pan. —Such miles and miles of traffic have been passing our house since Easter week-end and It Is great fun looking at the different types and occupants or the cars. Have you ever tried to weave stories about the people In the cars and try to guess what work they do and where they have come from, and where they are going to? I spent all afternoon! doing this and I found 1 very interesting. The Weather Man is still

Mothers’ Day Verses

80MEBODV8 MOTHER The woman was old and wrinkled and gray And Bhe bent with the chill of the winter day. The streets were wet with the recent snow And the woman's feet were aged and slow. ' She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the throng Of human beings who passed her by, Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. Down the street In laughter and shout. Glad in the freedom of school let out Came the boys like flocks of sheep Piling the snow piled white and deep, Passed the old woman so old and gray, Hastening- the children on their way. N’or offered a helping hand to her, So meek, so timid, afraid to s.tir, Least the carriage wheels or horses’ feet Should crowd her down on the slippery street. At last came one of the merry troop, The gaiest laddy in all the group. He paused beside her and whispered low, “ I’ll help you across if you wish to go! ” Her aged hand on his strong young arm she placed, And so without hurt or harm He guided the trembling feet along Glad that his own were Arm and strong, Then back again to his friend he went, His young heart happy and well content. She's somebody’s mother, boys, you know. For all she is aged and poor and slow. And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand. If ever she’s , poor and old and gray, And her own dear boy is far away. And Somebody’s Mother bowed low her head In her home that . night, and the prayer she said Was “ God be kind to that noble boy Who is somebody’s son, the pride anil joy."

changeable,- isn’t he? The holiday makers must have been deceived when it started to rain and then was nne again. Everything looks lovely when the sun comes out after the rain. All the myriads of rain drops twinkling and sparkling in every conceivable place and one can almost hear the steaming earth thirstily drinking In the rain drops, while the green fields and trees seem to have certain colours of their own. On Saturday we had a Gala Day In the school grounds to enable the school to enable the school to collect some money to buy a piano and although the sun refused to appear it turned out a marvellous success. There were two stalls, one a produce stall where vegetables and fruits were sold, Ice-creams, sweets, and soft drinks. Numerous competitions kept the visitors amused while displays or maypole, folk dancing, marching and pyramids were given by the children. The enjoyable day concluded with the distributing of the various prizes. When the money was counted up It was discovered we had collected £l6. Well, I must say good-bye now.— Desert Gold (13), Horotlu. There has been a lot or traffic on the roads lately, hasn’t there, Desert Gold, and such lots of different cars there are. too. The Weather Man’s temper is very changeable, isn’t It, but the fields anil flowers are looking lots fresher.—Peter Pan.

MOTHER PACKS UP When for a fortnight brief we flee To Brighton on the so-called sea Who does the packing up with glee? Why, Mother. Who Is" it when she’s packed a box And straps and lables. cards and locks. Then finds she's left out Father's sox? That's Mother. Who takes Urn tilings in case it’s hot And thicker ones in case it's not. And baby's pram and bath and cot? It's Mother. Who sends the luggage in advance And leads the railway such a dance If anything gees wrong by chance? Our Mo I her. Who wears out all the porter's brains By asking things about Hie trains. Then gives them tuppence for their pa'ns? Dear Mother. Who is it looks on In distress And says " Why can't you do with less ? -And pays large sums in excess? Poor Father. MOTHERS THOUGHTB Twenty times a day, dear, Twenty times a day, Your Mother thinks about you, At school or else at play. She's busy In the kitchen Or she’s busy on the stair, But, like a song, her heart within Her love for you is there. There’s just a little thing, dear, She wishes you to do. I'll whisper—it's a secret— Now mind. I tell it you. Twenty times a day. dear, And more I've heard you 'say, “ I’m coming in a minute." When you should at once obey. At once, as soldiers, instant At the motion of command, At once, as sailors, seeing The Captain's warning hand. You could make your Mother happy By minding in this way. Twenty times a day, dear, Twenty times a day. —M. E. Songster.