Nonsense tales which five to seven year olds will enjoy, but which they could not read to themselves. Eight and nine year olds -- good readers- could read them with pleasure. Danny Doffer was the man who invented name tapes and saved lots of confusion at school and camp. But once he got so big an order that he had to get help from the second postman who invented on the side, and invented a machine to make them. Then the machine wouldn't stop and a great many too many tapes were marked for Sunny Vale Golden-ball. Most of the rest of the adventures grow out of this, and the way in which the name tapes were finally used up makes a good surprise ending. Stories are short enough- and amusing enough- to make good bedtime reading.