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Letters page from Volume 1, issue 15. September 30th – October 13th, 1953

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LETTER PAGE

 1. A letter from Joan Bickerton, Whin Garth, Gunnerton, Hexam.
Dear Enid Blyton,
You may be very pleased when I tell you this ; my brother has nearly fifty budgerigars, and I have picked out five nestlings, which I am going to teach to talk. You can guess quite easily what their names are! They are Julian, Dick, George, Anne and Timmy. The one I have in the house just now said “George” for the first time to-day. I hope you are glad to think that it is not only humans that have anything to do with the Famous Five. We are going to get a parrot one day and I am going to call it Kiki!
From your most faithful reader,
Joan Bickerton.

2. A letter from a “new-leaf-turn-overer.”
Dear Enid Blyton,
If you print this letter, PLEASE do not print my address. Not very long ago I was lazy, selfish, greedy and, I’m afraid, bad-tempered. But when I read your letters in Enid Blyton’s Magazine, and also your stories, I decided to change myself. I did – and although although it didn’t work out very well at first, I am now good-tempered, busy, AND the happiest girl in Leicestershire.
Lots of love from,
A Friend and a new-leaf-turn-overer.

3. A letter from Marian Titt, South Litchfield Grane, Overton, Nr. Basingstoke.
Dear Enid Blyton,
We have a strange assortment of names in our district. Our surname is Titt, a girl my sister knows at school has the surname Partridge, and my Sunday School teacher is Mrs. Martin. A lady who lives near us is Mrs. Nightingale, a milkman that goes to some houses near here is Mr. Crow, and a man who has just gone away is Mr. Parrot. I think this is rather funny, don’t you?
Yours sincerely, 
Marian Titt.

Three wonderful letters this week! I just love the idea of the Famous Five budgies, and I truly hope that Joan got her parrot called Kiki later.

Marian’s bird named people is exactly the kind of thing I find funny, though I admit I gave a childish snigger at her name before I even read the letter.

The cynic in me thinks that the second letter could be one of those ones children were writing just to get on the letter’s page and have a chance at winning the prize. Maybe Enid wasn’t sure either, and that’s why it didn’t get first place. It’s nice to think that it’s genuine, though.