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[Illustration: BEGIN TO PULL.]
[Illustration: NOW, "ALL TOGETHER!"--]
[Illustration: BUT THIS IS WHAT IT WAS.]
TED'S FOOLISH WISH
"I WISH I WAS AN OWL"
SAID TEDDY, WITH A SCOWL,
"CAUSE THEN I COULD SIT UP THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH."
BUT SOME FAIRIES HEARD HIM SCOLD,
AND HERE YOU MAY BEHOLD
[Illustration: HOW THEY]
[Illustration: MADE THAT]
[Illustration: AWFUL WISH]
[Illustration: COME TRUE!]
CHARLES FITCH LESTER
Nonsense Rhyme.
from the Negro quarters
Jay-bird a-sittin' on a Hickory limb.
He winked at me, I winked at him.
'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
Hawk and Buzzard went to law;
Hawk fell down and broke his jaw.
'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
Oh, de Wren and de Thrush go clackety-clack,
Dey bofe talk at once an dey bofe talk back,
Dey say: "Jim Crow, my but you =is= black!"
'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
TIMOTHY TRUNDLE.
By FREDERICK MOXON.
Oh! Timothy Trundle was bouncingly fat,
As round as a robin was he;
The jolliest babe ever sat on a mat
To frolic and gurgle with glee!
His father who tossed him now up and now down,
Called him "Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town."
When Timothy Trundle grew up to be "Tim",
A rotund, jolly chunk of a lad,
The hoop that he played with looked slim, beside him,
Such a sphere of a shape as he had;
And folks on the street lost all signs of a frown,
To see Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town.
Once Timothy Trundle went out for a slide,
He dragged up the sled with a will;
But as he pushed off on his ride, o'er the side
He rolled, and then rolled down the hill;--
A snowball, like Heidelberg's fun of renown,
Buried Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town.
Of Timothy Trundle, the youth like an O,
For years I had never a trace
Till I went to a circus, and lo! in the show
I found his full-moon of a face.
A troup of trick tumblers performed, and the clown
Was Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town!
[Illustration: AN UNWELCOME GUEST]
[Illustration: PLAYMATES
FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY HARRY W. FREES]
[Illustration: MORE PLAYMATES
FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY HARRY W. FREES]
[Illustration: A DREAM OF GLORY]
PICTURES
BY CULMER BARNES
[Illustration:
DOGGIE:--"DON'T YOU KNOW THAT IT'S DANGEROUS TO SIT ON THE THIRD RAIL?"
CHORUS OF BUNNIES:--"MAY BE, BUT AT PRESENT IT DOESN'T SEEM NEARLY SO
DANGEROUS AS SOME PLACES WE KNOW OF."]
[Illustration:
FATHER OWL TO MR. WOODPECKER:--"HEY! WHO'S THAT KNOCKING OUT THERE?
DON'T YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISTURB OUR DAY'S REST? CALL AGAIN AT A
REASONABLE HOUR."]
[Illustration: THE REUNION OF THE BRUIN FAMILY AT THE SEA SHORE.]
THE BABY MICE ARE INSTRUCTED BY THEIR FOND PAPA
[Illustration:
"NOW, CHILDREN, THIS IS ONE OF THE GREATEST AND MOST DANGEROUS
TEMPTATIONS YOU WILL EVER MEET. I WILL SHOW YOU HOW IT WORKS SO THAT YOU
MAY REMEMBER AND ALWAYS AVOID IT."]
[Illustration: AND IT WORKED FINELY!]
ROLY POLY ON VACATION
DRAWN BY CULMER BARNES
[Illustration:
CONDUCTOR: "ALL ABOARD FOR THE JUNGLE! STEP LIVELY, PLEASE! BOTH GATES!"]
[Illustration:
THE THREE GIRAFFE BOYS: "COME ON IN, ROLY POLY, WE'RE DYING FOR A SWIM,
BUT THE WATER ISN'T DEEP ENOUGH."]
MOTHER GOOSE'S LAST TROLLEY RIDE
[Illustration:
ON A RUNAWAY CAR: "HERE, YOU, CONDUCTOR. I WANT A TRANSFER AND I WANT
IT NOW!"]
[Illustration:
MOTHER GOOSE: "LUCKY FOR YOU I FELL IN THE WATER. I'LL NEVER TRUST
MYSELF ON LAND AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE."]
IVAN AND THE WOLF
[Illustration: IVAN SEES THE WOLF]
[Illustration: AND TAKES REFUGE IN A HOLLOW TREE]
[Illustration: HAVING FASTENED THE BASKET WITH HIS STAFF.]
[Illustration: WHILE TWO BABY BEARS LEFT IN THE TREE IMPEDE HIS WAY,]
[Illustration: THE MOTHER BEAR COMES HOME,]
[Illustration: AND IVAN ESCAPES WITH THE CUBS.]
HOMEWARD BOUND
[Illustration:
MR. BUNNIE: "COME, MR. MOLEY, TRY THE ELEVATED ROAD, ONCE."
MR. MOLEY: "NO, THANK YOU, I PREFER THE SUBWAY FOR SEVERAL REASONS. I
CAN SEE SO MUCH BETTER FOR ONE THING."]
[Illustration:
THE FRETFUL PORCUPINE: "HUH! NOBODY EVER GIVES ME A BOOST!"]
THEIR LITTLE JAR
[Illustration: 1. TWO BEARS ON MISCHIEF BOUND]
[Illustration: 2. A BIG JAR OF HONEY FOUND.]
[Illustration: 3. BEFORE THEY MADE A BETTER PLAN]
[Illustration: 4. BOTH TO EAT AT ONCE BEGAN.]
[Illustration: 5. WHITEY BUMPED ON BRUIN'S CROWN;]
[Illustration: 6. BRUIN THEN PUSHED WHITEY DOWN.]
[Illustration: 7. THIS TO ROUGH AND TUMBLE LED,]
[Illustration: 8. TILL THEY WERE HEELS OVER HEAD.]
[Illustration: 9. BRUIN THOUGHT HE WAS IN CLOVER;]
[Illustration: 10. WHITEY CAME AND TURNED HIM OVER.]
[Illustration: 11. THEN DID WHITEY ROAR WITH LAUGHTER,]
[Illustration: 12. NOT AWARE WHAT'S COMING AFTER--]
[Illustration: 13. THE JAR IS BROKEN ON HIS HEAD;]
[Illustration: 14. JAR AND HONEY BOTH ARE FLED!]
[Illustration: 15. SAD AND SORRY, VERY SLOW,]
[Illustration: SEE THE COMRADES HOMEWARD GO.]
Little Eski and the Polar Bear
An Arctic Story in Four Chapters
[Illustration]
#FUNNY VERSES AND PICTURES#
_The_ Frog's Fiasco
by D. K. Stevens
There was once a Frog
In a lonesome Bog
With a voice that was well worth praising.
He had one song and it used to go
Way down in the added lines below
Like this: [Symbol: music] which is quite amazing.
So he said one day
In a casual way
"Although it is scarcely vital
And I may be wrong, it appears to me
That a frog with a voice like mine should be
First class in a Song Recital."
So he posted sheets
In the village streets
With the date and the price: one shilling;
And he billed himself "_Signor_" because
He thought he would get immense applause
By the aid of a little _frilling_.
Well, it came about
That his friends turned out
From the Crane to the Curious Cricket,
With the Hare and the Hedgehog, Coon and Fox,
And the Critical Owl in a private box,
(On a Complimentary Ticket.)
When the clock struck eight
_Signor_ Frog in state
Thus opened the exhibition:
"For my first attempt on the concert-stump
I shall render a song that is called '_Ger-rump_.'
An original composition."
Then the Critical Owl
With a guttural growl,
Or a noise which was something near it,
Stood up and observed: "All summer long
From dusk till day you have sung that song--
And why should we _pay_ to hear it?"
So they all marched out
In a regular rout,
With remarks most decidedly chilling,
And every one, as he passed the stand
Where the Muskrat kept all the cash in hand,
Demanded and _got_ his shilling!
And the luckless Frog,
In the lonesome Bog,
Relapsed into deep dejection;
As he broods alone on his dismal case
And sings all night in a booming bass,
"_Ger-rump_" is his one selection.
The Musical Trust
By D. K. Stevens
There was once a man who could execute
"Old Zip Coon" on a yellow flute,
And several other tunes to boot,
But he couldn't make a penny with his tootle-ti-toot
Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot!
Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot!
Though he played all day on his y Previous Next |