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Title: The Oojah annual pictures, stories, and games for little people
Physical Description: 208 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
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Publisher: Daily Sketch & Sunday Herald
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: W.H. Smith & Son, The Arden Press
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    Front Cover
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    Foreword
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Engraved and Printed for the Daily Sketch & Sunday Herald Ltd ,
Gray's Inn Road, W.C.I, and 47 Shoe Lane, London, E.C.4, by
W. H. Smith & Son, The Arden Press, Stamford Street, London, S.E.


ANNUAL
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FOR LITTLE


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Sh r.:r: rh. .1! l- 1 ni '!:, u .:.' r Bank Holiday, with a
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I hI.r: r. :,.'r !Iet..r: froml .,:,j .. Lb :ur.: you write and tell me
SI, r .. L. L..:-t i, ,....r O .'.AH A-NNUAL. Master Jerry
-i a it h it ir-,.] ,':i n h. h, e is for mischief. He
.J....- r t :.. t t... :i / rt:. r.,,-. ni:,it.:r w hat I do.
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L' r'. be m.:rr ar, d lI:iht 'nI.l ci
Fr.-rr. r,.'..; ,!I! rn,':..t C-,j.i. .H .-ANNUAL DAY."
I [ tpr,'t i ..e':p .,:, a I.:.r' c.i' : t,:,. I'm sure you are
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T was a fine September evening,
and a full moon shone down on
the lane where Uncle Oojah
was walking towards London
with his little friends Don and Snooker
and his nephew Jerrywangle.
"Isn't it nice and moony !" he
smiled. We can see our way to travel
all night. Is this the same moon that
shines in London ? "
"I expect so," replied Don. "I be-
lieve this is the Harvest Moon, you know.
But I'm not sure; it might be the Hunter's
Moon."
My whiskers,
that sounds more
like it! laughed H
Snooker. "A cat |HI
could see to hunt exc
mice in this moon-
light any day of the wonderful
week." the country
"Would it be friends Don
the Honeymoon, I and his
wonder ? mur- nephew,
mured Uncle Oojah.
"That's always a
very bright moon, FLO LA
isn't it ? Pctu
"You've got it ,' THOMAS
wrong, you have,"
said Jerry. A
Honeymoon only
comes when


you get married and go off for a
holiday."
"Is that all ? sighed his uncle.
" Wasn't it a pity I never got married!
Wait a minute, I've just had a think.
Perhaps Snooker might get married in-
stead of me, and then we could all have a
Honeymoon together. Wouldn't that be
lovely ? "
Not for me, thank you," retorted
Snooker. It's easy to see you don't
know what you are talking about. I
should say a nice little Funnymoon would


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be more in your
line."
The very exact-
ly thing smiled
Uncle Oojah.
" Isn't my Snooker
clever to find that
out? Now I must
stop and do a
change in my
mind."
What, again?"
exclaimed Snoolrr.
"My bedsocks, I
don't like these
changes They
very often mean a
change for the
worse."
"Yes,perhaps they
do, sometimes,"






agreed Uncle Oojah. "But this one will
be a change for the better. Let London
wait a bit-come along with me and we'll
have a first-class Funnymoon."


LL through the long night they
Walked, and by morning Jerry-
wangle was very tired indeed.
I can't manage many more
miles, I can't," he sniffed. Dear Uncle


"Listen to me, Mr. Jujube-don't come h
any more with such foolishness. Get ou
our station at once "

Oojah, couldn't we travel the rest of the
way on the railway ? "
"Yes, we might try a ride on the
railway," nodded his uncle. Be patient,
and we'll get on at the very next station.
Now let me see, where can we have our
new Funnymoon ? "
You haven't told us yet where you
want to go," replied Don. I should like
to spend September in the country."
That's right, make up his mind for
him," chuckled Snooker. The country


gives you a good chance to catch harvest
mice, and look at all the young rabbits a
cat could chase before breakfast "
"I never did any hunting yet," mur-
mured Uncle Oojah. If I tried very
hard I might catch a bat or a bumble-bee.
And then again, I could count all the
blackberries, couldn't I ? "
Hurrah We'll have some fine fun "
laughed Don. We shall just be in time
for the Harvest Homes as well. Oh! I
do love September "
"So I should think," added
SSnooker. "If our Oojah wants to
have a right-down good Funnymoon
he can't do better than try
September in the country."
"We must. go there," smiled
Uncle Oojah. Oh! here's the
station. Now, Mr. Porter, we are
going for a little ride on this
Railway. Run your train very
carefully, won't you ? "
My bedsocks, did you hear
that ? whispered Snooker. He
seems to think that old porter owns
the railway "
Listen to me, Mr. Porter,"
continued Uncle Oojah, solemnly.
"I am the one and only Uncle
Oojah, and I want your very best
train. Let me have four special
tickets to September."
You won't find it on this
line," replied the porter. And
you listen to me, Mr. Jujube-don't
ere come here any more with such
t of foolishness. Get out of our station
at once "

CLE OOJAH dashed out of
the railway station with his
little friends, and they kept on
running for nearly a mile. At
last they stopped for breath, and after a
rest they trudged once more on their way.
It's hot and dusty this morning,"
sighed Uncle Oojah. Long walking
always make very hard workings."
I'm tireder than ever, I am," com-
plained Jerry. Look, there's a farmer's
cart Can't we ask the driver for a ride?"





























































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Let me do it," said Uncle
Oojah. Stand beside the hedge,
my dears, in case the horse
kicks."
So he waited until the cart came ?
by; then he stepped into the road
and waved his hat.
Stop, Mr. Driver-stop !" he
called. Won't you please give
us a ride in your nice cart ? My i
little friends are taking me away 'W
for a Funnymoon, and we can't -1
walk our poor legs any longer."
I certainly can't cart all you
people about," replied the driver.
And besides I should like to see
the horse that could drag a fat 1-'
mountain like you."
Work your magic on it, Ooj ah-
dear," whispered Don. Make
his horse strong enough to pull
anything."
And so I will," declared Uncle
Oojah. Wait, Mr. Driver, and
I'll magic your horse as strong
as twenty. All do a shut-eye
while you can count ten." "St
They all closed their eyes and
began counting, but when they opened
them again the horse didn't seem any
different and not a bit bigger.
It's finished now," smiled Uncle
Oojah. You can't see where I've put
the magic, but jump into the cart and you
will soon feel it moving."


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op him, Mr. Oojah! gasped the driver.
One by one they climbed into the cart,
but as soon as the driver jerked his reins
away went the horse at top speed.
Stop him, Mr. Oojah! gasped the
driver. Take your magic back again,
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F 'AIRIES love to dance and When the first faint streak of
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H When the Moon is high, Tints the east with red,
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Spring night!" "
Q 'Neath the starry sky. Flit away to bed. 9
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COME down to Dumpling Farm some day
And have a tumble in new-mown hay;
There are THINGS to see, asyou'llsoon find out,
If you wander round and poke about.
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There are horses to pull the ploughs and carts ;
And turkeys who "gobble" by fits and starts;
Thirteen cows, and a BIG black bull,
And lots of sheep wrapped up in wool;








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Ducks and geese (they love a ducking!);
Cocks and hens all crowing and clucking;
Pigs and donkeys, dogs and cats
(They have SUCH fun with the mice and rats!);







And Billy, the goat, whose daily joy
Is butting Willum," the farmer's boy .
You CAN'T go wrong, or come to harm,
If you pay a visit to Dumpling Farm!
E. L. R.
(More about the Farm on page 31)


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j Lady Eliza in Piccadilly



ADY ELIZA
discovered
that Uncle
lItJ' ."is Oojah had gone to
3 9:I= London, so she saved
S up her money and
-_ followed him. Then
she lost her purse and
_--...4k had to sell flowers at 4
Piccadilly Circus.
Oh! this Lon-
Sdon !" she sighed.
I am so lonely."





i ^ ^NE day Uncle
Oojah came
walking band
saw her basket of roses.
I must buy these
flowers," he said. .
Lovey-lovekins, look
o who is selling them! "
"It's Lady Eliza, it *. '.k.1d "
is," said Jerry. Get
away from here in case
she catches you."


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Lady Eliza in Piccadilly
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+ I ON'T run away

Eliza. "Stop a minute
,. and let me tell you
.--_ something."
You stop here," said
Jerry. Leave my poor
.. uncle alone; he doesn't
Want to see you."
S, And Jerry tried his
hardest to keep her
back.




S ADY ELIZA
o pushed Jerry
aside and ran ,
after his uncle.
"Come back! L _
Come back! she ,
shouted. "I only *' ki
want to say how glad ;j ,
I am to see you."
"No, no; I don't
want to hear!" he
Gasped. "Write it
down on a telegram
Sand send it." ..






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Lady Eliza in Piccadilly
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o .'t ~ ~ T last Lady
7 ,,,." Eliza caught
T' him by the
4,, / coat-tails. Uncle Oojah o
S- struggled to get away,
but she held on.


S When Jerry saw this
he dashed into a tailor's
shop for apair of shears.






SE came out and / .;.-
snipped off his '
-_ uncle's coat-
tails, and Lady Eliza I
was pulling so hard that
she fell over.
That surprised her,
it did," chuckled Jerry.
" "Run !I saved you this .
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A day from the
diary of Pinkie,
tfie Persian kitten


Scrambled up on
Astresss bed... mistook/
^ aster's face for the pillow
and stepped on it... (he i oke up in
SUCHa badr,, r77p-r


8.20a.m. Had my milk ....
Towsers too (while he was biting
the postman !... Dogs ARE silly.!


W W- 8.30a.m Master trod
on my tail (how was/to knowhe
wouldn't see/was on the matat the
bottom of the stairs?_.and fell ifto the
hat-stand... (he IS in a bad temper to-day)


930a.m.
Jumped on the
table and gobbled up
the fish Master and Mistress couldn't eat. 9.35a.n. Began to wash myself.
Upset cream and had that too! Cream sticks to one's whiskersso


(More excitements later: turn to page 26)







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L ET'S give a Punch and Judy Show
with my new dog," said Jerry. We
ought to collect a lot of money for our
money boxes."
"My whiskers, yes," chuckled Snooker.
"That's thebest ideayou havethought of yet."
So they built a Punch and Judy box in
the street.
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WHEN it was ready they crept inside
and dressed up for their parts.
Jerrywangle was Punch, his new friend
Dog Toby, and Snooker wore Judy's
dress.
Oody-oody, it's a nice day squeaked
Jerry. Come close around and see Mr.
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Mr. Punch has to give out the punches," replied Jerry. Keep still and let me give
you both a good bang."
So he gave Snooker a good knock and bumped him into Dog Toby.
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OODY-oody, where's my Judy ? called
Jerry. She is always getting lost
she is."
And he used Mr. Punch's stick again and
jammed poor Snooker against the side of the
show.
That's enough," gasped Snooker. My
bedsocks, it'stime this performancewas over!"


SO he snatched the stick away from Jerry
and brought it down on his head.
Stop, stop cried Jerry. Don't you
know that Mr. Punch never gets a
beating ? "
He is getting one now," replied Snooker.
" Let me tell you that one good beating
deserves another."


ERRYWANGLE began to struggle with Snooker. The dog joined in and in the end the
whole show fell over.
Uncle Oojah, where are you ? called Jerry. It wasn't fair to upset me. This is the last
time I'll ever try to run a Punch and Judy Show."
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SBill Bluebettle


I ILL BLUEBOTTLE was a
'.ll rt young fellow who was
.t content to be just a fly.
.E.. ii,- wanted to be a wasp-and
it isn't easy for a bluebottle to become
a wasp.
But Bill tried his hardest. He prac-
tised buzzing for hours, until he was able
to make a sound which really DID make
you think a wasp was in the room. But
you only thought so when Bill was out of
sight. As soon as you SAW him, you
knew that Bill was just a common blue-
bottle pretending to be a wasp. That
annoyed Bill-he could BUZZ like a
wasp, but he LOOKED like a bluebottle.
One morning he flew into Mr. Mottle-
ton's sitting room and began buzzing.


Now there was a real wasps' nest
not far from the window, and Mr.
Mottleton had already killed five
wasps since breakfast, and been
stung by another. So when Bill
began to buzz Mr. Mottleton,
whose eyesight was very poor
indeed, jumped up and rushed
towards the sound.
." Where's that wasp?" he
bellowed; where is it ? "
Bill kept on buzzing,and suddenly
Mr. Mottleton THOUGHT he saw a wasp
dancing up and down the window-pane.
It was Bill really, but it SOUNDED like
a wasp, so Mr. Mottleton slashed madly at
the noise with his newspaper.
It was Bill's unlucky day. Mr. Mottle-
ton's sight might be bad, but his hearing
was good, and the newspaper caught Bill
in the small of the back and knocked him
through the window.
For some time he lay breathless on the
rosebed with his legs sticking up in the air.
Then his senses began to come back, and
after a- time he was able to crawl home.
But next morning he was just one big
bruise, and as he limped about he made
up his mind never to pretend to be a wasp
again.


PETER AND PITPAT 8
Well thought Out!










Uncle Oojah's Funnymoon


(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 5)


ILE after mile went by and
still the runaway horse galloped
on. Presently the reins broke,
and the driver tumbled back-
wards into the cart.
"Now we're in a nice old fix "
muttered Snooker. My bedsocks, this
puts us all in the cart! "
"Don, Don, what shall we do?"
asked Uncle Oojah. "Why doesn't the
horse stop ? I wish I hadn't worked so
much magic on him."
Wishes will not stop runaway horses,
that's very certain," said Snooker. My
suffering tail, hold tight for a bump "
As he spoke the cart ran into a tree,
and down they all came on the ground.
Oh! my poor head!"
groaned Uncle Oojah. "Where
ever am I? Snoo! Donker!
This is terrible "
It's worse than terrible,
it's scandalous exclaimed
the driver. "Look at the
cart-it's ruined! What can
I say to my master? And
what will Farmer Honeybee
say when he sees this ? "
How should I know?
Don't come asking me,"
moaned Uncle Oojah. I
have too many worries of my
own to trouble about your
troubles."
I know what's the matter,
Uncle Oojah," said Jerry.
You worked a magic on the
horse, you did, but you forgot
to put any magic on the cart."
Never mind chattering
about magics and mismagics,"
complained the driver. Are Farme
you going to do anything to Snook
help ? h


"Yes, I suppose we must," sighed
Uncle Oojah. Lead your horse home,
and we'll cart the cart along for
you."
So they tied it all together with the
broken reins and carried it away towards
the farm. As they were going along they
met the driver's master.
Stop! What's happened to my
cart ? shouted Farmer Honeybee.
"Who's going to pay me for all this
damage-tell me that! "
Hush, my dear," said Uncle Oojah.
"Don't shout so loud, or you'll frighten
the crows. Listen to me, Mr. Honeypot-
would you like your old cart made better
than ever ? "


;r Honeybee watched Jerry and Don and
;er closing their eyes tightly; then some-
ow his own eyelids came together.
(See next page.)
17 B







OU seem very sur-
prised, Mr. Honey-
bean," said Uncle
Oojah. "Don't you
want me to make your broken
old cart into a new one ? "
"What fancy trick is this ? "
inquired Farmer Honeybee.
" How can anybody make new
carts out of old ones ? "
"You wait, my dear, and
see," smiled Uncle Oojah. I
can soon unbreak your cart
and make it better. Everybody
do a shut-eye while I work the
magic."
No, thank you," said the
famer. I shall keep my eyes
wide open and watch your I
tricks and dodges."
"You'd better not, you
hadn't," said Jerry. Just
you be careful, Mr. Farmer, or
off goes your head and on goes
a cabbage!"
Farmer Honeybee watched
Jerry and Don and Snooker
closing their eyes tightly ; then
somehow his own eyelids
came together, and in two twinks the
magic was done.
"My whiskers, our Oojah has done
something this time laughed Snooker.
" What does he call that-a cart or a
chariot ? "
It's a cart, Snooker," said Don.
"Isn't it lovely ? Look at the silver
paint, and the green wheels, and the
pretty cream cushions on the seat! "
"Yes, it's a fine cart," nodded the
farmer. This is much too good for the
rough hauling on my farm. I think I'll
put it in a glass case and keep it for show."
Lovey-lovekins, that won't do! "
declared Uncle Oojah. "We are allgoing
away for my Funnymoon, and we want
you to give us a lift on our way in this
cart. That's why I made it as good as
new."
Farmer Honeybee walked slowly around
and examined his cart. He felt the cream
cushions, and looked at the silver paint


" I can't stop him !" he gasped.


and the green wheels; then he laughed
and threw his hat up in the air.
It's grand he said. I'1 give you
an invitation, Mr. Oojah. Will you stay
on my farm and work wonders for me ? "

ARM-WORKING must be very
nice," smiled Uncle Oojah. I
could go picking up straws in the
fields, and Snooker might carry
the ducks to have their little drinks."
Then you will work for me ? asked
Farmer Honeybee. "I could pay you
good wages, and give you good
times."
"I'm afraid we can't stay," sighed
Uncle Oojah. You see we are on my
Funnymoon. These little friends of mine
are taking me to September- ."
But this is September interrupted
the farmer. It is September every day of
the week, and will be for a long time
yet."






"Lovey-lovekins, then we're here "
exclaimed Uncle Oojah. However did
I manage to find the right place ? "
Harvest is early this year, but I'm
rather late," said Farmer Honeybee.
"When it's in I always give a Harvest
Supper to my people."
"What about a bit of hunting?"
inquired Snooker. Is there anywhere
a cat could keep himself in practice ? "
"My barns swarm with rats and mice,"
replied the farmer. And as for birds-
you should see them at my apples A
hard-working cat could find plenty to do."
"I can see this is the place for me,"
chuckled Snooker. You'd better stop
here for a month or two and help me to be
a farmer's cat."
"Maybe we might," agreed Uncle
Oojah. "But not for long, Snooker.


DREADFUL gossips
Were these three men-
They talked from five
Till long past ten.


I want to go off and enjoy my Funny-
moon."
"Don't worry about your Funny-
moon," laughed the farmer. We live
on fun at my farm. It's cheap, and it's
healthy, and you can always have as
much as you want."
When can we try the new cart? "
asked Jerry. I should like to ride on the
cream cushions, I should. They are
nice."
The farmer decided to let them try it
at once, so they all climbed into the
silvery cart with the green wheels. But
when they started the horse ran so fast
that Farmer Honeybee didn't know what
to do, and he became scared.
I can't stop him he gasped. Is
this' awful old horse running away
again ?"
[Now turn to page 49


SSIP!
They chattered so hard
They didn't hear
When neighbours grumbled-
Oh dear, dear, DEAR!








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F course, you remember that
Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall
and that Humpty-Dumpty had
a great fall. But do you know
why all the king's horses and all the king's
men couldn't set Humpty-Dumpty up
again ?
Years and years ago Humpty-Dumpty
lived in a pretty little village called
Poppleton-on-the-Wolds. He was the
fattest boy for miles round and he was
also a very naughty boy who was always
getting into mischief, and was never out
of trouble for very long. He had often


been told not to sit
on walls (he was so
fat that unless the
wall was very
strong his weight
broke it down), but
he still sat on them
S. and that was
how he came to
fall !
One morning
Humpty- Dumpty
trudged up the hill
to Far Wood to
gather bluebells.
It was a warm
summer day, the
road was very
dusty, and by the


time Humpty-Dumpty had reached the
wood and picked as many bluebells as he
could carry he was hot and tired. So he
scrambled up on the wall enclosing the
wood, and began to fan his face with his
hat.
He had not been there more than a
minute before a small but very angry voice
shouted :
HI! "
Humpty-Dumpty looked round, but
could see no one. Then he glanced down
. and there, just below him, was a
crowd of FAIRIES, shaking their fists at


^ WHAT IS IT?

i My first is in leap but not in run;
My second's in cake but not in
bun;
S My third you will find in both
women and men ;
i My fourth is in pencil and also
S in pen;
S My whole at night alight will be-
S The answer to this is easy to see.



22


him and looking
very angry indeed.
At their head,
standing on a tuft
of grass,was a fairy
with a crown on
his head who seem-
ed angrier than
any of them.
"Did you
squeak ? asked
Humpty-Dumpty,
who was a very
annoying boy
really.
"SQUEAK!"
exclaimed the
fairy, dancing with
rage; "are you






"Bluebells are
HOUSES!"
exclaimed
Humpty-
Dump t y.
Then he began
to laugh, and he
laughed and
laughed until he
couldn't stop.


deaf ? Didn't you hear me shout, 'HI "
Oh said Humpty-Dumpty with a
chuckle, "that was you, was it ? And
who may YOU be ? "
I'm King Tiny, the Fairy Queen's
husband," spluttered the fairy furiously,
" and-and- "


Well, what's the matter ? demanded
Humpty-Dumpty, fanning himself.
"Matter !" repeated the King; "the
matter is that you've stolen our houses."
Humpty-Dumpty looked surprised.
"I haven't stolen any houses," he said;
" I've been gathering bluebells."
"But-but-but b-b-bluebells ARE
houses-OUR houses shrieked the King,
who was really very VERY angry.
"Bluebells are HOUSES! exclaimed
Humpty-Dumpty. Then he began to
laugh, and he laughed and
laughed until he couldn't
stop. King Tiny and his
fairies grew angrier and
angrier, but still Humpty-
Dumpty rocked with
laughter at the idea of
bluebellsbeinghouses until
... he rocked a little too
far, lost his balance, fell
off the wall with a crash,
and sprained his ankle !
And because he was so fat and heavy
all the Fairy King's horses-they were
butterflies really-and all his men,couldn't
set Humpty-Dumpty on the wall again
. which, as his mother told him later,
served him right!


POO LITTLL6 MOUSE!

I HAVE a little garden,
And I have a little house,
And underneath the kitchen floor
There lives a little mouse.

And now I have a little cat
(A perfect little dear !)
I rather think the little mouse
Will shortly disappear !

E. L. R.


= NEMMUMBRON = ME

























HE was not exactly an ordinary
fairy, for she had short black
hair, and a dress made of lace
over which she had slung a coat
of oak leaves ; she had no wand, but she
held in her hand a long fountain pen.
She sat with her legs under her, trying
to write a very hard letter, for Queen
Mab had told her she must write in her
name and tell the Giant of the Water
Country that he must not drink up all the


river, as he had
said he would do.
If you write
him a polite note,"
Queen Mab said,
"I don't think
he'll do it. Giants
like polite notes,
and this giant is
really quite a nice
one, only he is
always thirsty."
The fairy sighed.
She waved her pen
about, and a big
blob of ink fell on
to her lace dress.
"Dear Giant,"
she began, please


JUST THE
IF all the drops
Were ginger-
We'd LIKE wet
and then,
There'd be suc

And if in copper
Could press a b
Get heaps an
pennies out-
Well, wouldn't



24


T WITH fTH


SIRST

By
V. C. ALEXANDER.


Letters are VERY hard
to write-especially when
they are MOST import-
ant.


don't drink up all the water in our river,
as we want to wash our clothes and go
for a row and have a swim. There are
several other rivers in Mortal-land which
are ever so much nicer than ours. There's
the Thames. That is a big river, and you
could drink as much as ever you like and
no one would notice it. Why don't you
try it ? You could drink up all the water
between two locks, and then we would
ask the Thunder King to come and fill
it up again. Please
ffO spare our river,
though, for it is the
THING only one we have."
of rain that fall The fairy read
r, T tht f over what she had
beer, I think written four times,
summers now and then she
Slots to drink! sighed again. No,
lotsto nk! it wouldn't do to
end a letter like
beeches we that. What would
utton, and the poor people
I HEAPS of who lived near the
Thames do? They
that be grand i must have water.
E. L. R. So the fairy tore
the letter across
o-oy oooooowoDo and started again.






Dear Giant, please don't drink up
our river. We want it for so many things.
If you must drink up a river, why not go
to the Moon ? The man there is always
smiling and will give you as much water
as you want-" The fairy paused. Was
there water in the moon ? She wasn't
sure. Now she came to think about it
really hard, she didn't believe there was.
So she tore up that letter and started once
again.
"Dear Giant, if you really are very
thirsty and want a drink there's a nice
big Cloud who lives in the south west and
that will give you all the water you want
to drink. Please don't drink up our
river, though, for we want water to make
our tea with, and we have to wash our
faces sometimes. If you go and see the
Thunder King I daresay he would be
able to give you as much to drink as you
want, only please leave our country alone."


Yes, the fairy decided that letter would
do beautifully, and she signed her name
with a big flourish. She was just sealing
the letter when up rushed a fairy.
The giant is coming," she said. He
has a big sack over his shoulder and I
suppose he means to carry away all the
water he can't drink."
Up rose our little fairy. She trailed
her pen behind her, which was a silly
thing to do, for all the ink ran out. But
she met the giant before he reached the
river, and gave him the letter. He read
it and laughed.
"Why, whatever made Queen Mab
think I was going to drink up her river ? "
he said. I was just going to put some
fresh water in it, and I told her I would
drink up the other first. I expect she
only read the first page of my letter and
never turned it over."
That, of course, was what had happened,
and the river in fairyland is now full of
clean clear water.
But the fairy with the fountain pen
often thinks of the letters she tried to
write to the giant, and that is why there
are still clouds in the sky.







CAN YOU
GUESS THESE?

Why is an egg like a
S naughty boy ?
Because it is often
beaten.

SWhat is it that some-
times has a finger
and sometimes
hasn't ?
A thimble.







PINKIE IN MORE TROUBLE



9.40 a.m.
FINISHED washing.
10.5 a.m. Wandered into
coal-shed and found a very
strong mousey smell ....
climbed all over the coals
but never found a mouse
.... dirty stuff, coal!


S0.10 a.m. Washed myself
again, on the spare bed ...
(coal tastes horrid !)
IO.30 a.m. Got all mixed
up with thejumper Mistress
is knitting. She left it (and
a ball of wool) on the table
"MW o when the grocer came ....
t, 3 I clawed up the tablecloth


to look at it, and-well,
we WERE in a tangle when
she came back! She
shrieked: "You naughty,
NAUGHTY Pinkie !"...
then she kissed me (Master
would have slapped me if it
had been HIS jumper!)








STUCK IN THE PASTRY


II.o a.m.
H ELPED Mistress to
S,/, make the pastry. She
makes it in a big bowl, and
Sin the middle of the busi-
Sness Mrs. Brown called. So
while Mistress was out of
Sthe kitchen I climbed on
the table to see what the
pastry looked like, and-

fell into the BOWL! ....
and I couldn't get out! I
was STUCK I just had to
stay there till Mistress came
back. She was SO angry,
and I WAS in a mess!
I2.15 p.m. Went to sleep
(after I'd been cleaned) 12.55 p.m.
on Mistress's knee. Woke up.
i.o p.m. Had
dinner (more
fish !)
I .5p.m.Tasted
S~Towser's tail.
Didn't like it-
neither did
.Towser, but he
needn't have 8
been so snappy
about it.. (he's
nearly as bad
as Master !).
(Half an hour later Pinkie is slapped-hard! See page 40.)

27



























F anyone wants to be beauti-
Aful they must use soap-soap
and plenty of it," said the
Tortoise, as it admired itself
in a piece of broken mirror it had found
under a lettuce leaf.
How often do you use it ? asked
the Bumble Bee, who was longing to get
a glimpse in the mirror, only the Tortoise
wouldn't let it.
I-I never use it," said the Tortoise,
putting his head in its shell and then
straightening it out again. "I can't
bear it. But I always advise people to
use it-on principle, you know."
What's principle ? asked the Bum-
ble Bee. It had, at last, caught a glimpse
of itself in the mirror.
Why did I let him go ? Because he
bit my finger so said the Tortoise. It
was counting its legs and was sure it
had five of them. You asked me a
question ? I'm a bit deaf-do you mind
repeating it? But the Bumble Bee
had buzzed off. Really the Tortoise
was most annoying, and the mirror
did not make the Bumble Bee look
beautiful.
The Tortoise ate a lettuce leaf and
decided to have a nap.
Sleep makes one beautiful," said the


Tortoise, addressing no one in particular.
" It's nearly as good as soap "
Who said soap ? Up came a Squir-
rel. It was a handsome Squirrel with a
furry tail, and a walnut in its hand.
" Oh it's you, is it ? Now I've just
heard a wonderful story about a bar of
soap. I went into the shop-you know
the shop I mean-the one where they sell
conquers at the other end of the park."
He waited for the Tortoise to say some-
thing, but it didn't-it just nodded its
head.
"As I was saying-I went into the
shop and asked for a bar of chocolate.
'Oh!' said the man-it was not a man
really, but that doesn't matter-' Oh !'
said the man. By the way, it was a Field
Mouse who served me; but the word
man seems better."
You aren't getting on with the story,"
said the Tortoise. "What about the
soap ? "
I'm coming to that," said the Squirrel
in an offended tone. Really the Tortoise
was most annoying! "I went into the
shop and asked for a bar of chocolate.
'Oh said the man,' I haven't a bar
of chocolate, but I have a bar of soap-
won't that do as well ? 'Yes,' I
replied; I have heard that soap makes






one beautiful, and I'm going to make
myself beautiful and all my friends as
well. "
Impossible," muttered the Tortoise;
but what he meant the Squirrel didn't ask.
"I've got the soap here," said the
Squirrel. Let me make you beautiful,
first of all! "
Now, the Tortoise, as we all know, was
very vain, and to be more beautiful than
any other of the animals in the garden
was something he could not resist. So
he let the Squirrel rub and rub until he
had rubbed all the gloss off his shell.
"Now you are beautiful," said the
Squirrel with a chuckle,
for he had seen the Bumble
Bee in the distance, and
wanted to try the wonder-
ful soap on him. "Go and
look in the mirror."
"Yes, I am very fine
indeed," said the Tortoise,
and he twisted himself so
much that he turned over
on his shell, and the
Squirrel and the Bumble
Bee and the Dormouse and
the Hedgehog all had to
come and help to turn him
over again.
Make me beautiful
next," said the Bumble
Bee.
The Squirrel said he The Tortoi
would. Squirrel anc
Now, Bumble Bees are the Hedgeh
ticklish things to deal
with, and our friend the Squirrel
knew this. He only pretended to wash
the Bee, but when he told him he was
very beautiful the Bee was quite happy.
He went buzzing off and told all his
'friends what had happened.
The Hedgehog said he was going to be
the next one washed.
"I don't know," said the Squirrel,
regarding him with his head on one side-
that is, of course, the Squirrel's head. A
hedgehog wouldn't be so silly as to put
its head on one side, would it ? You're
a tough proposition to tackle, and I think


you had better be left to the last-I
mightn't have enough soap to go round."
But the Hedgehog insisted, so the
Squirrel very gingerly started to wash each
spike.
It took a long time, and when the
Squirrel had finished the work there was
a long queue waiting for his services.
"I don't think I can wash you all
to-day," he said. "I haven't enough
soap."
Send the Tortoise for some more,"
suggested the Field Mouse, who was a
great believer in soap and water.
So the Tortoise was sent to the shop


se turned over on his shell, and the
d the Bumble Bee and the Dormouse and
og all had to come and help to turn him
back again.
for some more soap; but you all know
what Tortoises are, and I expect he is
still going, Ifor he never came back.
Maybe he 1id a little sleep on the way-
side, or perhaps he laughed so much to
think he was so beautiful that he tumbled
over on his shell again, and there was
no one near to turn him right side up
this time.
Anyway the Squirrel started to work.
The Dormouse was rubbed and lathered
until it didn't want to sleep any more.
The Field Mouse had its skin rubbed into
fur: the Wasp had lost its sting and the



















"I don't see that you are beautiful," said
the Sparrow. "This soap business isn't
good for anyone."

Robin its red breast. But the Squirrel
assured them, everyone, that the soap
had made them beautiful-and they
believed him.
The Sparrow laughed and said no soap
for him. He didn't want to be beautiful ;
he was quite content if he picked up
enough crumbs to keep him going.
"Oh! come on, be a sport!" said
the Lark, who was wheeling round and
round. The Squirrel had washed all
the song from him, but the Lark didn't
mind that-he thought he was beautiful.
"I don't see that you are beautiful,"
said the Sparrow. This soap business
isn't good for anyone. It seems to me
the Squirrel has been having a game with
you. You look worse to me than you


did before the Squirrel touched you.
You go and ask an Elephant if my words
aren't true "
S There isn't an Elephant about," said
the Robin. We might ask that Sheep
over there. I suppose it would do just
as well ? "
"Just! said the Sparrow, and ran
off to find some crumbs.
\ The Squirrel had just a small piece
of soap left. He had been wondering
who to use it on, but when he heard the
conversation between the Sparrow and
the others, he thought it was time to be
off.
They'll find out they are not beautiful,
if I stay," he said, and, taking the soap
in one hand and walnut in the other,
he climbed up the tallest tree. It was
as well! The Sheep, usually the silliest
animal of them all, told them they HAD
been sillies to listen to the Squirrel, who
had been playing with them, and the
best thing for them to do was to hurry
up and be sensible again.
S" We must tell the Squirrel what we
think of him, first of all," and they went
to hunt for the Squirrel.
But Master Squirrel had been a wise
animal, and was sitting hidden under the
leaves of the top branches of a tall tree.
He was eating a walnut slowly, and chuck-
ling to himself.
That is the last bar of soap I'll ever
buy. Next time it will have to be
chocolate."


A. A. A. JEEKS
ANGUS Alison Alistair Jeeks
ME IIs twelve months old and a few odd weeks;
He sucks his thumb, and when he speaks
He makes the oddest, queerest squeaks.
Angus Alison Alistair Jeeks
Is just like a cherub with rosy cheeks;
He wears a nightie" instead of breeks,
And if his bottle is late he SHRIEKS!
E. L. R.

















I FANCY you would find a
bull
A little bit too masterful
To be a really pleasant pet.
Between ourselves, they some-
times get
A trifle savage, rude and rough -
They don't know when YOU've
had enough! ...
(It's no use being too sedate-
The best plan is to climb a
gate !)


T HE bellow of a bull, they
say,
Makes people go some other way.
If they refuse, and won't turn
back,
The bull soon thunders on their
track.
With flashing eyes and lowered
head
He paws the pasture, seeing
red" .
And then (of course, it's THEIR
affair !)
You see them soaring through
the air !


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HERE was once a little boy
called Jim, who had a big
box-kite. And one morning,
when he was flying it on the
Common, the string broke. Off it soared,
and very soon it was nothing but a speck
in the sky. Then it floated into a cloud.
The appearance of the kite in the
cloud made the fairies who lived there
very excited. One thought it was a bird,
and another suggested that it was a new
sort of cloud. But the Fairy Queen, who
was wiser than any of them, said:
Don't be silly-it's a KITE! I saw
a little boy flying one just like it when I
was staying with the Queen of the Blue-
bell Fairies last summer, and SHE told
me it was a kite Someone has lost it! "
The fairies caught the broken string,
which was trailing behind the kite,


e Lost Kite



/-.



The story of a mistake
made by the fairies



and then crowded round to look at it.
Suddenly one of them, pointing to the
top of the kite, cried:
LOOK! "
Everybody looked, and there, sure
enough, was some writing, which the
Queen spelt out very slowly:
"THIS IS JIM'S KITE."
Splendid! exclaimed the Queen;
now we know whose it is we can return
it. Do any of you know Jim ? "
"I do," said a small fairy who had
charge of a sunbeam in the slums. "I
know him quite well."
So all the fairies hauled at the string
and, guided by the small fairy, dragged
the kite to a tiny house in one of the
London slums. Then they tied it to the
latch of the door and left it.
The next morning the door opened,
and a little boy dressed in rags came out.
When he saw the kite his eyes grew
bigger and bigger. Then he saw the
writing ... and his name WAS Jim !
(Of course, he was a different Jim
really, but the fairies couldn't be ex-
pected to know that!)


WHICH LETTER SURROUNDS
GREAT BRITAIN ? C.








JERRY'S SEASIDE BAND



ERRYWANGLE
was walking

bi (-" '\ Snooker when they
heard a band play-
.--IL ing on the beach.
It sounds very
S- nice, it does," said
-'A" Jerry. "I wish I
A had a big drum of
my own to bang."
S"You listen to
me," whispered
^ Snooker. If we
can't have a drum
we can have a
collection."


HAT'S a
1 good plan," ._ -_-
chuckled Jerry. I i 11
"I'll use my hat to i V9
takethe money in."
My bedsocks -
will make good
collecting-bags,"
said Snooker. "I
would sooner have
them full of money
any time than full
of feet."
So they col-
lected all they could
from the people.








JERRY'S SEASIDE BAND

(CONTINUED)
P RECENTLY a
Sbandsman saw
what they were
-gJ,- doing and he soon
chased them.
My whiskers,
-he is after us!
shouted Snooker.
"Run, Jerry, be-
fore he can take our
money.
They both ran as
fast as they could
go, and they man-
aged to get away
without being
caught.

L ATER on they
came back to
the beach and
found that the
band had stopped -
playing.
"What does this


Sat all their things
tied on the cart."
They're going
away, they are,"
replied Jerry. "We _- -
must follow that
band to the next
place."








| JERRY'S SEASIDE BAND

(CONTINUED)
S SUDDENLY the
rope gave way,
and down came the
S drum on Jerry's
,, -...: ...-''-*:. _l head.
.; a' This drum is
very hard on me,"
he complained.
SIt's spoiled my
best hat."
"Cheer up,
Jerry," chuckled
Snooker. "You
,c wanted a drum,
didn't you? Well,
you can't say now
you haven't got
one."

" CAN use this
Sdrum, I can,"
laughed Jerry.
"Takethetrumpet, -- -
you Snooker, and
we'll have a band (
of our own."
So he played up
and down the
streets and made a
lot of noise.
"Make a way for
me!" he called.
"Walk up and
listen to Jerry-
wangle's Seaside
Band."








STatters Gets Wound Up








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C
SUCH A
AH THANK YOU, LADY. YOU ARE VERY KIND. GENTLE LITTLE DOGGIE HE 15,
I SUPPOSE, NOW, YOU WOULD NOT CARE TO SO 5WEET TEMPERED, A REAL
BUY A DOG 9 DAR-LINC;


ROUGH ? MY DEAR
LADY! HE WOULD
NOT EVEN HURT
A FLY
0i






|'Il' 1i AND A5 FOR. CHILDREN' WHY
I_!/ E1 HE SIMPLY LOVE THEM !








On the Briny Ocean







F -




CMEP ABLOA, T WE GO WITH THE BEST OF LUCK
NY OCEAN YO HO HO ANDA BOTTLE OF MILK !
AND NOW _____________
A LITTLE FISH
FOPR SUPPER: j
Ir- NO








Duhnian


Does the


SnTriek


I ETLING was the youngest fairy
in Fairyland, and she was
rather a naughty little fairy.
In the daytime she was always
as good as gold, but when bedtime came
she wouldn't go to sleep at the proper
time.
Every night at six o'clock the fairies
bathed her, and kissed her, and tucked
her up in bed, and told her to be a good
little fairy and go to sleep. But when
the Fairy Queen peeped into the nursery
at eleven to see that everything was all
right, Petling was always wide awake.
All the fairies were
very worried about
it. They told her
she would never be MIS
wealthy and wise if
she didn't go to sleep ITTLE Tomm
earlier, but she said Went to ca
she didn't want to With his broker
be wealthy or wise Thought that
-she would much Bunnikins refuse
rather be pretty I For anyone to
Then the fairies
Then the fairies But as it scuttle
persuaded the night- Tommy tried
ingales to pay them
a long visit, hoping (Bunnikins turn
that they would sing For Tommy's h
Petling to sleep. But his tail 1)
that plan was not
a success Petling Do -o ,,oo'o-.


simply stayed awake longer than ever to
listen to them! Even when the Fairy
Queen got quite cross and scolded her
severely it only made Petling miserable
-it didn't make her go to sleep any
sooner.
"Whatever shall we do-I'm at my
wits' end! the Queen told the other
fairies, who were getting quite thin with
worrying. It's perfectly absurd. She
MUST go to sleep earlier, or I know !"
she exclaimed suddenly, clapping her
hands, "we'll tell the Dustman about
her."


SED!
iy Titterton
tch a rabbit.
Spen-knife he
he would stab it.
ed to wait
jab it.
d to its hole
to grab it ....
ed rather pale
and JUST missed


Z**S *~y ~ ~O ^


So the next time
he dropped in for a
chat and a thimbleful
of roseleaf wine, the
Fairy Queen told the
Dustman all about
Petling and the way
she stayed awake
at night.
The Dustman
listened very care-
fully to all the Queen
had to say and, when
she had finished,
considered thematter
for a moment before
he said :
"Dear, dear I How
distressing-and


_-

...~
-- :
--- ----






very trying for you, very trying indeed I
But if your Majesty will tell her that she
must keep her eyes closed when she is
put to bed, I think I can make her go to
sleep."
So that night the Fairy Queen gave
Petling another talking to, and concluded
by saying that even if a little fairy
couldn't go to sleep she MUST close her
eyes-and keep them closed-when she
was in bed. And Petling, who was very
sorry for being such a worry to the
fairies, DID shut her eyes as soon as she
had been tucked up and kissed.
In a little time the Dustman crept
quietly into the room, carrying a sack
full of Magic Sleep-Dust. Very carefully
he climbed up his cobweb ladder on to
the bed, and began to shovel the Magic
Dust on Petling's closed eyelids.
Of course, the Fairy Queen and all the
fairies were peeping round the door, and
after a time they saw the Dustman shake


the last particles of dust out of the sack,
climb down the ladder, and tiptoe towards
them.
"Well ? whispered the Queen anx-
iously.
She's asleep as fast as fast can be,"
said the Dustman. I'll come again to-
morrow night, but after that I don't
think you'll have any more trouble with
her."
The Fairy Queen thanked him and
gave him a whole bottle of roseleaf wine,
because shovelling dust is thirsty work.
Then the Dustman went away to visit
several children whose mothers had been
complaining because they wouldn't go
to sleep early enough.
The next time You can't go to sleep
close your eyes tightly, and then, perhaps,
the Dustman will come along and pile
his Magic Sleep-Dust on YOUR eyelids,
just as he did on Petling's.


The Dustman shovelled the Magic Dust on Petling's closed eyelids.






4***^..**^**...***********************
I PINKIE IS SLAPPED
O*a*+++++++++++*******+ + ***+***+***+***********+******** *



o 1.45 p.m.
P RETENDED to claw Mis-
-tress's leg-great fun!

1.47 p.m. Made a mistake
and DID claw it-NOT
such fun! A lot of little




/ {holes came in Mistress's
Stocking she wailed :
"ANOTHER ladder-
I you WICKED kitten!"
-. and slapped me.





1.48 p.m. Went into the
garden and caught a daddy-
longlegs-I like fish better !

2.0 p.m. Rain!







: TRACKS OF TROUBLE


2.15 p.m.
SHUNDER! I crept
I through the scullery
window and went upstairs
for my rest.
2.20 p.m. Climbed on
master's pillow ... I wonder
Swhy my wet feet leave
BLACK marks on a white
11 pillow-I'm a BLUE Persian!


2.25 p.m. Went to sleep.

3.0. p.m. Mistress found
me... I woke when the ," '-
door banged. As soon as
she saw me-and the pillow
-she said :

_ Oh, you little wretch !"
--- Then she pretended to
smack me ... I don't mind
(I THAT sort of smacking!
3-10 p.m. Went to sleep
again-in basket.
(A dreadful accident at 4.30 !
See page 6o.)













ADOLPHUS DREW walks up the Street,
The nicest Policeman on this beat I
He's very large, I won't say "fat,"
'Cos he might be annoyed at that.

Adolphus Drew walks down the Street;
I hear the pounding of his feet.
He wears big boots, I do suppose
To give more room for all his toes.

Adolphus Drew stops in the Street
And mops his face, he feels the heat.
I really think he wants to look
Down in the kitchen at our cook I

Adolphus Drew coughs in the Street
And sniffs, Jane must be roasting meat.
He gives a loud and hungry sigh-
P'raps she'll hand him out apie.

Adolphus Drew walks from the Street ;r
The pavement echoes neathh his feet.L
I wave, and hope that he will look,
But no, he smiles "good-bye" to cook!
MABEL CAVALIER ,









I TWO JOLLY GAMES




THE OLD WOMAN OF CAMDEN
NE player is chosen for the Old Woman
of Camden, and the others march
around her and repeat this rhyme :-
There was an Old Woman of Camden Town,
Her children grew up with a terrible frown;
So she hurried away for many a mile
To buy all her babies a smile, a smile.
But on the way home the smile turned to a sneeze;
It caught the Old Woman and made her wheeze.
Oh she laughed, and Oh she cried,
And she sneezled away till the sneeze had died.
o Then she mumbled and grumbled
And skipped and hopped,
Till she stumbled and tumbled
And down she dropped.
The players have to imitate every action named as they come to it, and if
anybody forgets to sneeze or laugh or cry or do anything else at the right time
the Old Woman of Camden takes them into the ring beside her.
The Old Woman goes on taking players into the ring until there is only one
left, and the last player out wins the game.


HOOP HORSES
ET a cardboard box and lay it on one side. Gum some small pieces
of cardboard in four divisions to make the horses' stalls. When they
are all dry mark a letter over each space, and the stable is ready.
Now you want four wooden curtain-rings or four bone serviette
rings for the Hoop Horses. Pencils will do for the Hoop Sticks.
Place the box at one end of a long table, and take your places at the other
end. One stall belongs to each player, and you
stand your hoop on edge and whip it towards your
own stall. The Hoop Stick must only be used
once, when starting off. B D
If the Hoop Horse goes into your own stall
it counts one to you, and the player who gets
the Hoop Horse into the right stall the greatest
number of times wins the game.

43








S Jerry and Snooker


0 -( 7nj o 1 ERRYWANGLE was out with
[iI .! J Snooker looking for work when
| they came to a fish shop.
S" This will do, it will," said Jerry.
,il /', Please, do you want any help ?"
f" Yes," nodded the shopman.
RI You may clear the place up and
make yourselves generally useful."




SO they began to sweep the floor 1
and carry away the boxes.
This place will suit me nicely,"
chuckled Snooker. "The perfume 1
is nearly as good as a dinner." ?
"All fresh!" said the shopman.
"Can I sell anybody a nice little
haddock this morning "



PRESENTLY a strange cat crept
i- 72 I f up and snatched a box of kippers
ej l --- ,0. off the counter. Snooker was sur-
T_ T praised.
S _" Put that box down !" he called.
S '" My bedsocks, don't you know the
j difference between your own pro-
S\ perty and somebody else's? Now
for a chase "








N" Have a Fishy Day

% Ak %%S L %S Ak
r I T HE strange cat rushed away
with the box of fish.
'- Stop him shouted the shop-
Sman. Make that robber bring my
fishes back "
l | We'll do the best we can," re-
plied Snooker. This is a new way
t, of going out fishing, but I think I'm
going to make a catch."



OON they caught up with Jerry- /
wangle, who had gone off to
deliver a big box. Jerry heard the
shouting, and when he looked around .. t
? -. '{ O ',-a P ,
he guessed what was happening. So,
as the strange cat was passing him,
he dropped the box on his tail and -
stopped him.




S __ A )ijT the end of the day the fish-
SAmonger was so pleased with
Their work that he gave them two
fishes as well as their wages.
SI My whiskers, we shall be happy
S[_ s now!" laughed Snooker. "I can
/ -_ -. _-- see myself having a tasty supper to-
,,,, m. night Hurry up, you Jerry "

























NCE upon a time, years and
years ago, Peter Bunny lived
in a snug little home under a
sandhill near the seashore. No
matter how wild and cold the wind was,
Peter and his friends and relations (they
all lived under the same sandhill) were
as warm as toast
One sunny summer morning, when the
sky was blue and the sea as smooth
and bright as a
piece of g 1 ass, Coooo xos ooo
Peter popped out
of his burrow,
scrambled to the THE
top of the sandhill,
and sat down.
Then he looked WHEN bath-time
night,
round to see if And Joan and Jo
Polly Rabbit, who Fluffkins, their kitten
lived under a "Iwant to see y
neighboring
sandhill, was up. He jumped upon the
Sometimes Polly Beside the taps to
was lazy and liked But when they starte
to lie in bed late; He thought he'd i
but on this part-
icular morning she So, very solemnly, h
had got up with And...stepped up
the lark, and was The children laughed
For Flulfkins had
sitting at her door
pretending to be
very busy comb-
ing her tail. D"oo.oooooooo
4


HOW THE

FIRST BUNNIES WENT

TO AUSTRALIA

As soon as he saw her, Peter jumped
up and waved to her, and at that
moment Puff-o'-Wind happened to be
passing.
Of course, HE could see Peter, but
Peter couldn't see him; and being in
a mischievous mood, Puff-o'-Wind blew
a scrap of paper right under Peter's
nose. Peter dabbed at it with his paw,
but Puff-o'-Wind was expecting him to


BATH

came last Thursday

hn went up to bed,
, followed them:
ou bathed I" he said.

bath, and sat
watch them play;
d splashing HIM
better ran away.

e rose
Ion the SOAP, and fell-
i until they cried,
a bath as well I
E. L. R.


'6


do that, so as soon
as he saw Peter's
paw move, he blew
the paper away,
and it went tum-
bling over and
over down to the
beach.
For half a min-
ute Peter and
Polly watched it
fluttering towards
the sea. Then
Peter scampered
after it as hard as
he could and Polly
raced after Peter.
Puf f-o'-Wi nd
chuckled to him-
self. It was a good
game for him,
because he could
see all the fun with-
out being seen.







Whenever Peter or Polly thought they
had really caught the scrap of paper,
Puff-o'-Wind blew it to one side, or into
the air out of their reach.
But after a time he tired of the game
and blew the paper into the sea; and it
was then that Peter and Polly found the
Box !
It was bobbing up and down in the
shallow water, and suddenly Peter had
a perfectly splendid idea for a game of
pretend.
Jump in, Polly," he shouted; let's


"Jump in, Polly," he shouted;
pretend this is a boat, and that we're
going for a sail."
Polly clapped her hands with delight.
Then they both scrambled in and sat
down in the bottom of the box, pretending
it was a real boat.
But as soon as they were safely inside,
Puff-o'-Wind began to blow the box
gently out to sea. He did it so carefully
that before Peter and Polly knew what
was happening they had been blown
into really deep water, and the farther


out to sea they floated the harder Puff-
o'-Wind blew.
As neither of them could swim, Peter
and Polly had to stay in the box-rather
scared, of course, but not so frightened
as might have been expected. It was an
adventure, and they loved adventures.
After a time they were so far away from
land that Puff-o'-Wind couldn't blow
them any farther. Then his big brother,
Capful-o'-Wind, began to blow, and very
soon HE blew them out of sight of land
altogether.


"let's pretend this is a boat."
It is terrible to think what MIGHT
have happened to them; but, hours
and hours later, they were rescued by a
ship which was on its way to Australia.
When they landed everybody made a
great fuss of them, for Peter and Polly
were the very first bunnies ever seen in
the country. But to-day there are so
many that a lot of people wish that Peter
and Polly had never been blown out to
sea by that. mischievous fellow, Puff-o'-
Wind.


WHY IS AN EASY CHAIR LIKE A GREEDY BOY?
BECAUSE IT IS STUFFED












W HENEVER I encounter 7 "
sheep
I always think of poor Bo-Peep,
Who carelessly mislaid a flock- Ar
(It must have been a dreadful
shock !),
For sheep have very little sense-
In fact they're rather dull and 1
dense.
The only word they know is -^ ,
Baa"-
THAT shows what silly things
they are !




O.f".




B DUT lambs are different-
B they play
And frisk and frolic all the day.
SFrom morn till night they never

\ cs They give their mothers little
peace.
1" JAlas too soon the baby sheep
Become too big and fat to leap-
SJ And then (HE doesn't care a
1" button!)
The butcher turns them into
-6' mutton!









Uncle Oojah's Funnymoon iii|


(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 19)


ON'T get so skerrified, Mr.
Farmer," said Uncle Oojah.
"I only worked a magic on
your horse to make him
stronger. Can't he run fast "
"It's wonderful! said the farmer.
" My old horse was broken-winded before
you altered him, but now he is rushing
along like an express train. I shall never
need to travel on the railway any more."
You'd better not talk so loud, you
hadn't," whispered Jerry. Look how
our Don is lying back on the seat! He
must have gone off to sleep."
So he has, poor dear sighed Uncle
Oojah. My little Hum-Jum-Jarum
must be very tired to do his sleeps like
that. We walked him too far, I expect,
all last night."
"Bring the little boy to my farm
and put him to bed," said
Farmer Honeybee. "Can't my
old horse spank along now! I
never did see such doings!
There isn't another horse like
him in all the country."
"Country, did you say? "
repeated Uncle Oojah. "That's
the very place I wanted to go
for my Funnymoon. Do you
mean to say this is really the
country? "
My suffering whiskers, where
does he think it is? muttered
Snooker. "I wonder if our
Oojah expects to find a farm in
the middle of Trafalgar Square ?"
All the way home they talked
and chatted, and then they
wakened Don to have his tea.
They were all very tired, so
as soon as tea was over the
farmer led them upstairs to a big
bedroom. "


Make yourselves at home," he said.
" Harvest starts first thing to-morrow
morning, so we must be up very early.
I hope you will be comfortable."
So they said their good-nights to Farmer
Honeybee, and Uncle Oojah tucked Don
and Snooker into one bed. Jerry slept
in another bed with his uncle.
Mind you don't tumble out," he said.
" Sleep soundly and rest yourselves well.
We must work hard at the harvest
to-morrow."

HEN Uncle Oojah came down-
stairs next morning he saw
Farmer Honeybee just setting
off to the cornfields with a
big reaping-machine.
Are you coming to help ? called
the farmer. "Hurry up with your


Mind you don't tumble out," he said.






breakfast and follow after
me."
Lovey-lovekins, we can't
wait for breakfast! declared
Uncle Oojah. Come along,
my dears. We must be all
there in time to see the harvest
start."
Before they could go the
farmer's wife ran out and gave
them hunks of bread and slices
of cold bacon, and all the way !
to the fields they were eating
the sandwiches. At the first
gate Farmer Honeybee stopped
and called back to them.
"We can make a start on
this field," he said. With
your wonderful help I ought to
get it finished to-day." _
"And so you shall," promised
Uncle Oojah. "I'll run the
corn-cutter for you. Stand
back, Snooker, and let me
have room to work the works."
So he climbed up on the seat So he
of the reaping-machine, but the
wheels sank deeply into the soft
earth and all the farmer's horses
couldn't pull them out of the ruts.
"It won't go," sighed Uncle Oojah.
" I expect I shall have to cut the corn with
scissors. Run back to the farmhouse,
Don, and borrow a pair for me."
"And a nice job that would be,"
laughed the farmer. I'll do the middle
myself with the reaper, and you can take
the scythe and cut the corners."
Just the very thing smiled Uncle
Oojah. "Keep out of my way, Jerry, while
I swing the long knife. Holdup your little
tail, Snboker, where it can't get hurt."
So he took the scythe and had a try at
cutting the corn, but he stopped so often
to look around that Farmer Honeybee
had nearly finished the middle before the
first corner was cut.
My bedsocks, can't you work a bit
faster ? complained Snooker. I can
tell you one thing-if you don't get on a
bit quicker they'll be sending us away
from this farm I "


took the scythe and had a try at cutting
the corn.

NCLE OOJAH looked across
the field and saw Farmer
Honeybee riding towards him
on the reaping-machine.
You are not getting on very well,"
called the farmer. "All you've cut so
far wouldn't make a supper for my old
nanny-goat."
This scythe is very heavy to swing,"
sighed Uncle Oojah. Maybe 1 might
do better the next time I try."
He sat down in his corner to rest, and
Farmer Honeybee laughed and drove
around the field again.
Did you hear that ? He was laugh-
ing at you complained Snooker. My
suffering tail, if I didn't want my dinner
I'd phizz that fat farmer "
Hush, little Snooker-cat! mur-
mured Uncle Oojah. "Don't disturb
me with your noises. I'm doing a very
hard think."
For a long time his little friends sat





















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"It's worse than terrible, it's scandalous!" exclaimed the driver.






quiet; then suddenly Uncle Oojah jumped
up and flung the scythe away.
I've found it! he exclaimed. "I
can get the harvest in all by myself.
Do a quick shut-eye, and you'll see."
The next minute they had a great
surprise, for when they opened their eyes
they saw the sheaves of corn dancing
away towards the gate.
Surely I'm dreaming gasped Far-
mer Honeybee. I never saw a harvest
behave like this before. Is it another of
your wonders ? "
Yes, I worked a little magic on the
sheaves," smiled Uncle Oojah. "Now,
my dears, all join in Come along and
help me to drive this harvest home."
So they drove the sheaves along to the
barn, but when the farmer and his men
tried to pile them up they could not
persuade them to lie still.


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"And no wonder," chuckled Snooker.
"You need me to do a little bedsock
dance. My whiskers, I can soon tread
them down for you "
So he started climbing the ladder,
but as he was getting near the top the
ladder tipped over backwards and let
him fall. Down came the sheaves on
top of him, covering him completely out
of sight.
Oh, my poor Snooker !" moaned
Uncle Oojah. "Look, Don-look what
they've done to my cat! "
[Now turn to page 56.


SWhat word of four letters is the same
spelt backward?
NOON.


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Sonohr


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PERCY IS DISOBEDIENT



--OH DE--EAR- OH DEARl OH DEAR.--
OH DEAR, OH DEAR, OH DEAR.I
OH DEAR I


COME AND SEE THE PUNCH
AND JUDY SHOW- 0!
TOOTLE TOOT- TWEET
TWEET-CLASH-
L CLASH-BANG !!
S~rt ^ L -- -


/ PF L I/


I PERCY,
COME
HERE

(^.'h


COME
HERE AT
ONCE, SIR.
WHEN YOU
ARE TOLD
TO


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MAKING THE CROCKERY FLY
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I THINK A FEW DOZEN PLATES
TO BEGIN WITH. EM, PERCY?


K,


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-isa


F course, it was Phcenix who
started it! Phoenix was the
black cat who sat on the nur-
sery mantelpiece. He usually
was quite well behaved, but to-day, be-
cause his little mistress Marie had gone
to the pantomime, he kept on walking up
and down.
"Can't you keep still, Phoenix ?" said
the china dog. I'm trying to learn my
one times table, and it's awfully hard."
But Phoenix's only answer was to walk
up and down, up and
down. ]O "Phoenix, I'm try-
ing to put my dress BAD GI
tidy, but every time N old owl
I do it, you walk A tree
past me and give it As wise and soler
a pull. I wish you'd be,
settle down and do And all he said wl
something," said the Was Tu-whit
lady in the crinoline, Tu-whoo !
who stood in the
middle of the mantel- But a lark, who h
piece, one day
But Phoenix still Escaped, and pas
way.
continued to walk. "Tu-whoo !" sai
You are making leafy gloom--
me giddy," said the "Tu-WHOO!"c
fern, which stood should say '
at the edge of the
mantelpiece. If w


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you must walk up and down, would
you mind bringing back with you that
small jug ? I know there is some water
in it, and I'm very thirsty."
But Phoenix kept on walking.
The china dog and the crinoline lady
and the fern, also the jug with the water
in it, moved to the middle and held a
committee meeting.
"We must stop his walking," said
the china dog. "Here am I trying
hard to learn so that I can be a foot-
ball player some day,
^osooo o I and Phoenix won't
I let me."
AMMAR "It's very sad,"
at in an old oak the crinoline lady
shook her head.
n as an owl could What shall we do
to him ? "
n he spoke to you Let's ask his
Tu-whit! or brother, the real
u-whoo!" black kitten. He
S often comes on to the
d lived a cage, mantelpiece. Call
ed the owl on his him up now," said
the fern.
the owl from his So Smut, the black
kitten, was called
ed the lark," you to the committee
u-WHOM I'" meeting, and the
end of it was that
ooooooooo ] he told Phoenix that




















Phoenix lay in a hundred pieces on the floor!


he would race him to the corner and
back.
Phoenix without stopping in his walk,
agreed, and the china dog called out,
"One, two, three-go !" And they
went.
But now comes the sad part of it. The
china dog, the crinoline lady, the fern
pot and the jug with the water in it, all
followed the two racing, and when they
all came to the edge of the mantelpiece
they fell plomp on to the floor !


Smut came off the best. The china
dog had lost an ear; the crinoline lady
had a great rent in her crinoline; the
fern was badly crushed, and the water was
all spilled from the jug.
But even these were not so badly off
as Phoenix. He lay in many pieces on
the floor !
Of course, when Marie came home, she
mended him, but his walking days were
over, and all through his own fault too.
Isn't it a sad story ?


STEPS AND STAIRS


AKE a page from an old
exercise-book and draw
a flight of stairs from
the top left-hand corner
to the bottom right-hand corner,
one line to a step.
Write on the tenth step from
the bottom Broken," and on the
second from the top "Trap Door."
Next draw four small squares
on a slip of paper and number
them like this:-
I 3
2 4
The first player closes his eyes


and tries to place his pencil in
one of the squares. Whatever
number he gets he can move up
the same number of steps, but if
the pencil falls on a line or out-
side the squares he gets nothing.
Mark your initials against the
step you reach, and cross it out as
you move up.
If you get on the broken step
you go back five, and if you land
on the trap-door you must start
from the beginning again.
The player who reaches the top
first wins the game.


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Uncle Oojah's Funnymoon V


(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 51)


VERYBODY worked hard to
rescue Snooker, but when they
had tossed all the sheaves of
corn aside they found him
lying very quiet and still.
"Look at the poor dear!" sighed
Uncle Oojah. "Have those sheaves
smothered him, do you think? Send
for a cat-doctor this minute."
"What's all the fuss about ? in-
quired Farmer Honeybee. Don't go
upsetting yourselves over nothing. After
all, it was only a cat."
When Snooker heard him say that he
opened his eyes and wriggled around to
his feet.
"Who said I was only a
cat ? he demanded. "My
suffering bedsocks, if I wasn't
a little gentleman I'd phizz you
all round your own farm "
Splendid That shows he is
still alive," smiled Uncle Oojah.
" Tell me, Snooker-do you
feel very poorly-bad ?"
"Poor enough, and bad
enough," replied Snooker.
" I've had a right good
shaking, I can tell you. Even
my whiskers are aching "
I'm glad he was saved, I
am," said Jerry. We ought
to have him insured before he kL
gets any more accidents."
"Well, well, what next ? "
laughed the farmer. "Who
ever heard of insuring a cat ?
Where are you going to find the
card for him ? "
"We'll provide the card,"
said Uncle Oojah. Don, just '.
lend me an old postcard, will
you? Now, Snooker-come here "I
and have your insurance done."


He took Snooker on his knee and began
counting his eyes and measuring his tail;
then he wrote it all down solemnly.
"I don't fancy this insurance busi-
ness," grumbled Snooker. Stop a little
minute, can't you? I want to go and
see a friend of mine around the corner."
Lovey-lovekins, your friend will
have to wait!" replied Uncle Oojah.
" Lie still, Snooker, and don't kick "
Just then Farmer Honeybee pulled out
his watch and looked inside the case.
"Bed time he called. Good-
night, Mr. Oojah. We expect to finish
our harvest to-morrow, and then you
will see something happen "


don't fancy this insurance business,"
grumbled Snooker.






HAT night Uncle
Oojah sat down beside
the bed and gazed
sadly into his slipper.
It's a long wait until to-
morrow he sighed. What's
going to happen, I wonder?
Do you think it will be anything
dreadful? "
It might mean trouble for
you, it might," chuckled Jerry.
" Dear Uncle Oojah, they may
want you to drive all the corn
back and put it on the stalks
again !"
Don't take any notice of
him," said Don. "I expect
it's only the Harvest Supper.
Farmers always give a feast
after the harvest is gathered in "
Lovey-jimmikins, I must
be there!" exclaimed Uncle "
Oojah. "Good-night, my dears !
I'm going to sleep double hard,
and then perhaps I shall be
double hungry."
All next day the farmer's wife
was busy cooking, and after Snooke
the last load was brought home
the harvesters came troop-
ing into the kitchen. For supper they
had cold beef and ham, puddings and
pies, cakes and custards, with jugs of
cream and junkets and jellies.
My whiskers, what a sight laughed
Snooker. One thing is very certain-
we shall not have much room left after
we have finished with this lot."
Eat hearty, goodpeople," said Farmer
Honeybee. We never had an Oojah to
help us before, and I only hope he will
oblige us by coming to our next harvest."
So they all sat down and enjoyed a
good supper. When it was nearly over
Uncle Oojah reached playfully across to
hook the cream away, but Snooker clung
so tightly to his jug that he went swinging
around with it.
"Isn't Uncle Oojah a quaint old
thing ? smiled Mrs. Honeybee. The
pranks he plays are funny enough to make
a pig dance."


:r clung so tightly to his jug that he went
swinging around with it.
Pig dance, did you say ? repeated
Uncle Oojah. "That's a very good
idea. All stay where you are after supper,
and I'll show you the funniest wonder
you ever saw."


FTER supper Uncle Oojah
leaned over and whispered to
Farmer Honeybee, and the far-
mer listened and nodded his
head.
"We can go out and do it now," he
said. Before we come back you men
might clear the things out of the kitchen.
Make sure you leave us plenty of room."
So the two of them hurried across the
farmyard, and while they were away the
harvesters carried out the tables and
chairs. Suddenly the door flew open and
four pigs rushed in, followed by Uncle
Oojah and the farmer.


























They stood on th
legs and danced
9 down the roc


Shut the door and keep them here,"
said Farmer Honeybee. You can start
your latest wonder, Mr. Oojah, as soon
as I tune up my old fiddle."
"This is very nice, it is," chuckled
Jerry. I'm going to push in front, I
am, and see all that's going on."
The farmer began to play a lively tune,
and when the pigs heard the music they
stood on their hind legs and danced up


and down the room. They
waltzed and they jigged and
they jazzed, and the harvesters
clapped and cheered them
on.
My bedsocks, this is a new
touch! laughed Snooker.
"It's the first time I ever
heard of a cat going to a pig-
dance."
"Don't they look fat and
funny smiled Uncle Oojah.
)'ji I worked a very good wonder,
didn't I ? Dance again, my
dears, and see if you can go
twice as quick."
After this the farmer played
so fast, and the pigs danced
so hard, that presently they
bumped into Uncle Oojah and
sent him staggering against
eir hind the fireplace.
Jimmy ninnikins, that's
up and enough !" he complained.
)m. "Stop all the dancing this
minute ? Go back quietly
to your houses, like the
good little pigs that you are."
So away trotted the pigs to their


sties, and one by one the harvesters said
good-night and went home. Later on
Snooker was getting into bed when he
sat up and gave a chuckle.
"My whiskers, we're having a high old
time he laughed. "I wonder what
tricks we shall be getting mixed up with
to-morrow ? [Now turn to page 62.


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THE hen is quite a useful bird
Whose conduct is at times
absurd.
For instance, if she's mopy, moody-
A certain sign that she is broody,
When some hens try to hatch out
pot-eggs
(They don't know that the things
are NOT eggs !)-
She has to be pushed in a pen
Till she begins to lay again.


COCKS are a nuisance-every
morning
Without a single word of warning
They start to crow before the sun
Gets out of bed-and think it fun!
Their owners-still in need of sleep-
Wake up, and wonder why they keep
A creature, puffed up with conceit,
And usually too tough to eat!


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4-30 p.m.

SMary to get
tea ready. When
she was out of the
kitchen I put my
head in the milk-
jug to see if there
was enough...
and I couldn't
6 get it out! ... I
was awfully
frightened and
drenched in
milk to the skin. Then I tumbled off the table and the jug
broke. Mary heard the crash and came running back,
but I was under the gas-cooker by that time!



4-35 p.m. Finished licking
the milk off myself ... jolly
good milk, too !






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PINKIE IN DISGRACE .





S50 p.m.
1a 1OUND Master's slippers-
l Ethe shiny ones-and played
with them.






S530 p.m. Master came
home.

5.31 p.m. Found his slip--
Spers ... all that was left of i-
them (he IS a bad-tempered
man !)

6.30 p.m. Had
my milk .
I m clawed Tow-
ser's nose when
HE tried to
have it too. I
don't put up
with any non-
sense from
Towser !
(More trouble at 10.40 Set page 78.)
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SUncle Oojah's Funnymoon z


(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 58)


NE morning Mrs. Honeybee
cooked potato-pancakes and
coddled eggs for breakfast, and
everybody chatted gaily during
the meal.
"They will be busy to-day at the
village," said Farmer Honeybee. It's
the Harvest Home to-morrow, and we
ought to collect something. I really
haven't the time, Mr. Oojah-could
you manage to do it for me ? "
"I can collect lovely," replied Uncle
Oojah. I'll go to the draper and get
a few silks and satins, and then I'll ask
the butcher for some nice mutton-chops.
Will that be enough ? "
"Yes, and too much,"
laughed the farmer. "We
need flowers, and berries, and
evergreens-for the decora-
tions, you know."
Uncle Oojah jumped up from Y
the table and ran into the
garden, and presently he came
back with a large bunch of
rhubarb, two cauliflowers, and
a pocketful of tomatoes.
"That's not right; they
never decorate with rhubarb
and cauliflowers," said Don.
" After breakfast I'll take you \(
up on the hills. We are sure to
find lots of pretty berries and
wild flowers growing there."
So they finished breakfast,
and then they all took baskets
and wandered up on the hills.
Don showed them what to pick
and they gathered crimson hips
and haws, long trailing bryony -
and wild clematis; afterwards
filling their baskets with dainty
autumn crocuses.
"I think we have enough An arc


now," said Uncle Oojah. Let me see,
Don-what day will to-morrow be ? Is
it my birthday, perhaps, I wonder ? "
"I know one thing, I do," chuckled
Jerry. "Whatever comes it's always
your forgettory day."
They all went back to the farm and
helped to build an archway of leaves
and flowers over the gate, and the rest
of the evening they spent hanging out
flags and banners.
"There Isn't that lovely ? smiled
Uncle Oojah. "I'm a grand flower-
worker when I like, aren't I ? "
"My whiskers, I should say so!"


hway of leaves and flowers over the gate.






laughed Snooker. "Roll on
the old Harvest Home-we're
all ready for it! /


LL next day the bells
were ringing and the
village was gay with
flags and mottoes.
Uncle Oojah spent the morn-
ing with Farmer Honeybee, but
in the afternoon he took his
little friends to see the Harvest
Home, and long before he
reached the tent there was a
crowd of children running after
him.
Look at the little dears!
They all follow me," he smiled.
"Listen, children-you shall
have a treat to-day. I'm going
to give you something special
for your tea."
Isn't he clever ? said one
little girl. "They have ele-
phants at the Zoo that beg for
buns, but I never heard one He
talking before."
Uncle Oojah led the children
to the big tent where tea was waiting, and
helped to lift them into their seats.
We'd better start on the cake, because
that's always the best," he said. If you
are all very good I might give you donkey-
rides on my back later on. Don, pass the
tea-pot, will you? Snooker,take your paw
out of that milk-jug "
They all had a very jolly tea, and after
it was over Uncle Oojah filled the chil-
dren's pockets with peppermint creams
and chocolate almonds.
Can't we have a dance next ? in-
quired Don. That would make a good
finish to our day."
I should think we ought to rest after
all this feasting," laughed Snooker. My
whiskers, our Oojah has had sixteen help-
ings of cake already "
Snooker, I'm surprised at you ex-
claimed Uncle Oojah. "You ought to
know it's very rude to count anybody's


danced and capered around the field.

appetite. Now, my dears, start the band
and I'll do a little dance to please the
children."
So he waited until the music began;
then he danced and capered around the
field.
Presently he stopped and asked the big
drummer to let him have a bang, but the
first time he hit the drum both the sides
split open and the drumsticks fell inside
out of sight.
Oh, Don, this drum has come undone!"
gasped Uncle Oojah. I've spoiled all
their harvesting music. What will they
do to me now ? "


ON'T worry about the broken
drum, Uncle Oojah," said
Jerry. You can always buy
another for the band, you
can."


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Very true," Jerry," nodded his uncle.
" Take my purse, Mr. Drummer, and get
yourselves two new drums. Play them
both together, and then they will make
twice as much noise."
They finished the afternoon telling
riddles and playing games, and when it
was time they took the children home one
by one.
It was late when they all got to bed, and
next day Uncle Oojah was so tired that
he did not get up until nearly dinner-
time.
It's a nice morning. What's going to
happen to-day ? he asked. "What do
people generally do when they are having
a Funnymoon ? "
Take their friends out for a walk,"
replied Snooker. "After all that hard
sleeping I should say you could do with
some exercise."
I'm coming, too, I am," said Jerry.
"Don't walk me too fast, because I'm
older to-day than I was yesterday."


So they waited for dinner, and then they
went strolling through the lanes and over
the fields. Presently it started to rain.
We came too far, I suppose," sighed
Uncle Oojah. Oh, Don, I don't want
to get wet to-day It might be dangerous
after all the cake I had last night."
Do look at this big mushroom," said
Don. It's a pity we are not fairies, or
we might have sheltered under it to keep
the rain off."
The very exactly thing said Uncle
Oojah. My Don can do some beautiful
thinks when he tries. Shutty-eyes, my
dears, and I'll show you something that
will give you a surprisement."
Once more he used his magic, and the
mushroom grew bigger and bigger until
at last it covered them all like an umbrella.
There, isn't that lovely ? he smiled.
"Wasn't I a smart old Oojah to work that
so well ? Wait until this rain stops raining,
and we'll gather some nice mushrooms for
supper." [Now turn to page 71.

















































The mushroom covered them all like an umbrella.








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H I am tired of these summer
holidays. I shall be glad when
next week comes and we go
back to school," said Herbert to
his sister Marie, as they stood in a lane by
a stile.
Suppose we buy some sweets," he
continued, and stand on the bridge over
the river and watch the boats go under
while we eat ? "
Lovely exclaimed Marie, clapping
her hands. "How much money have
you ? I have twopence."
She handed the two coppers to the boy,
who was busy fumbling in all his pockets,
from which he extracted various things-
lumps of sugar, tin-tacks, putty and a
few pieces of string. At last he produced
two pennies-very sticky they were, too !
Theyran off totheir favourite sweet shop.
Arriving there, they wondered what
they should choose.
They looked at every bottle of boiled
sugar sweets, and at last decided to have
a quarter of a pound of fishes "-red,
yellow and white ones.
Oh lovely! exclaimed Marie, as
they left the shop and made their way to
the bridge.
The river seemed rather deserted for a
time, but while the children were looking
at the water a sudden cry came from
Herbert, who was holding the bag of
sweets in his left hand. He turned very
white, and hastily threw the bag into the
river.


Why did you do that, Herbert ?"
asked Marie in wonder.
Because all those fishes must have
come to life-they moved in my hand-
and look there they are swimming away
for all they are worth !-and growing so
large too."
Marie looked, and saw that he was right.
Suppose," she said, we run down to
the towing path and see what happens ? "
"Yes, we will," he cried, and they
scampered off, soon reaching the side of
the river.
They stood breathless for. a few
moments.
Their sugar fish had become real ones,
and two, one white and one yellow; swam
to where the children stood! Then a
signboard rose out of the water and red
letters gradually appeared upon it. They
read these words :
Marie must ride on the back of the
white fish. Herbert on the yellow one.
Be quick. Don't argue."
Then the letters faded away and the
board disappeared.
The children felt dazed, but obeyed the
command. The fish came quite close to
the bank for them to mount."
Their legs dangled in the water, but the
children, being now enchanted, did not
get wet.
The two fish swam to an island a little
way down the river and then stopped. A
signboard rose up on the island, and words
in red letters suddenly appeared :






Fairyland. Not a word
must you speak till you
reach the bridge again."
The children jumped on to
the island and as they did so
the whole place changed.
Thousands of goblins were
springing about, some playing
"leap-frog" over each others'
backs and screaming hoop-
la!"
Then a lovely Fairy Queen
appeared in a small golden
chariot, drawn by white
pigeons. Their reins were
made of silver threads.
Many fairies riding on mauve
pigeons followed and they
were dressed in silver tissue,
while each wore a diamond star
her hair.
The Queen halted, and the fairies r
round and round her chariot till she rai
her diamond-studded wand in the
Then they backed their steeds," ;
stood still, some behind the Queen;
others facing her.
Out of the ground rose little white tal
laid with refreshments-fairy cakes, su
plums, dewdrops on rose petals, and i
served in silver thimbles.
The goblins were the waiters. Twe:
attended first to Her Majesty, to wh
two took some sugar plums on sil
\


The goblins were the waiters.
6,


The sugar fish had become real ones I


salvers (which were on the tables) and an
ice in a silver thimble.
They bowed low whilst the Queen par-
took of her refreshments; then, backing
from her presence, they returned to the
tables to serve her fairy attendants.
When the meal was finished a band
struck up a tune. The musicians were
all kinds of birds, who played drums,
violins, flutes, trumpets, oboes, etc. The
orchestra was conducted by two magpies;
one controlled the performers on the left
and the other those on the right. The
idea of having two magpies was because
to see one is unlucky.
It puzzled the children
(who dare not speak) how the
birds could play and conduct,
when they required their
claws to stand upon. Then
they saw they used their tails
for that purpose-and yet
did not look odd.
The music was charming,
for some of the birds "chirp-
ed" as they played, and
the Fairy Queen was so
k^ affected by it that a most
unusual thing happened
... her pretty little head
slowly nodded and she fell
fast asleep-which was fatal!
There was a loud crash.
The children were terrified


~----~






and clung to each other. Then another
crash came and a mist arose. When
it cleared away slowly the island appeared
as it always was-fairies, queen, goblins,
and birds had gone I
Turning hand in hand towards the
river, the children saw their two fish
waiting for them, and they quickly sprang
on to their backs. Their steeds took them


back to the towing path near the bridge
and then disappeared.
In the mud lay the remaining sugar
fish-the children gazed down at them.
"Never again shall I buy sugar
fish declared Marie sadly.
Herbert sighed.
Marie, leave the fish in the mud, they
will melt away. Come home," he said.


A KANGAROO CHRISTMAS
OF all the animals I've seen
In farm-yards or the Zoo,
The one I love the VERY BEST
Is the jumping kangaroo.
One Christmas eve, I'd like to go
And wait in the Zoo grounds,
For Father Christmas Kangaroo
A-leaping on his rounds.
How I should laugh to see him jump!
I wonder what he'd bring:
'Cause little baby kangaroos
Don't play with anything.
At least, I've never seen them play ;
You NEVER know-at night
They may all go a-leaping round,
And play till morning light.
I think that little kangaroos
Have toys to keep them good,
One day, I MUST get left behii
Oh! how I wish I could!
.A But brother Bobby al


id-

lways says,


You mind what you're about-
If once they lock YOU in the Zoo,
They'll NEVER let you out."







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OR A BAG OF NUTS


SHOW YOU WHAT YOU
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SHOW
YOU WHAT
CAN BE.
DONE WITH
A LITTLE
PRACTICE.
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C OWS love a quiet life, they y ,
Most of their time devouring grass ,
(As grass is green and milk is white,
Somehow that doesn't seem quite ,
right !).


S/When full they settle down with
Sthuds
Contentedly to chew their cuds,
Using their swishy tails to swat
The flies, and show them what is
what.


W HEN milking time comes
(twice a day)
The farmer drives the cows away,
And sometimes if a cow's put out,
She kicks the pail of milk about
(The milkmaid, too, may "take a
toss,"
SWhich makes her very very cross-
(/', In fact, I've even heard it said
ST The cow is spanked andput to bed!)



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I Uncle Oojah's Funnymoon


(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 64.


OR nearly an hour they shel-
tered under the magic mush-
room, and still the rain came
pelting down.
This is a nice day to take a cat for a
walk "grumbled Snooker. -" You will
have to do something soon, or we shall be
needing our bathing-suits."
There are too many of us here to go
under one mushroom," complained Jerry.
"The rain keeps driving in at the sides
all over me. I'm getting wet, I am.."
"Wet, did you say ? repeatedd Uncle
Oojah. Lovey-lovekins, this will never
do Just turn your heads away and do
another shut-eye."'
So they did, and when they
opened their eyes again they
saw two new mushroom =
shelters. Don ran to one and
Snooker took the other, while
Jerrywangle squeezed against /
his uncle, and there they
waited until the rain stopped.
Come along, my dears! "
called Uncle Oojah. On our
way home we must pick some
mushrooms for Mrs. Honeybee,
and then she can stew them for
supper."
So they wandered slowly
across the fields, filling up their
pockets as they went.
"Rain is very useful-see
how it makes the flowers
grow murmured Uncle
Oojah. "I watched a little
raindrop come tumbling down,
and the next minute up jumped
a mushroom."
"I don't think they grow
quite so fast," smiled Don.
A mushroom might come up
in a night, but not in a minute. And


I expect you have made a mistake."
Maybe I did," admitted Uncle Oojah
"I think we have plenty now. They
taste very dark-browney, don't they? "
Have you been tasting them ? "
asked Don. Do be careful. You might
eat toadstools instead, and then you would
be very ill."
"Oi! Don. supposing I have!" groaned
Uncle Oojcah. -- I only nibbled a few to
make sure they were ripe. Oh! I do feel
bad '
My bedsocks, this puts us in a fix "
complained Snooker. "Let's take him
home, before he fancies himself any
worse."


there they waited until the rain stopped.






UNCLE OOJAH turned
his pockets inside-out ,
and threw all the j
mushrooms away; then
he sank down on the damp grass
and leaned his head against a
gate-post.
Oh! Don, I've spoiled my
dear Funnymoon he groaned.
It's very bad to be so bad-do
I look any worse ? "
"There isn't anything yet to
worry about," said Don.
"Perhaps you didn't eat any
toadstools, after all."
My whiskers, I should hope
not," added Snooker. You
want to keep your heart up, and
don't forget to hold your head
up as well."
"What a pity Doctor
Dromedary isn't here I sighed
Uncle Oojah. I wonder if my
Don could doctor me."
"I can have a good try,"
replied Don. "But I can't "Gi
doctor you out in the fields
-let's run back to Farmer
Honeybee's house."
So they hurried him along to the farm
and put him in a big arm-chair. Don
went out to find Mrs. Honeybee, and
presently he came in with a bottle and a
table-spoon.
Lovey-lovekins, that's Castor Oil! "
exclaimed Uncle Oojah. "Can't you
give me a nicer medicine? Wait a
minute, let Snooker take it for me."
"Certainly not! declared Snooker.
Everybody must take his own medicine,
and you ought to know that. Give him a
big spoonful, Don, and make him drink
it all."
Don poured out a large dose of Castor
Oil and handed it over, and after giving.
anotherloud groan Uncle Ooj ah drankit off.
"My Don is a lovely doctor," he sighed.
" He ought to sweeten his medicines a bit
more, though."
"Try a spoonful of blackberry-jam
after it," said Jerry. That will take
the nasty taste away, it will."


ve him a big dose, Don, and make him
drink it all."

"Thank you, Jerry. Hand me the
jam-jar," nodded his uncle. We haven't
done any blackberrying this year, have
we ? I must gather some before they are
all gone, so hurry up, Doctor Don, and
get me better."


LL through the night Uncle
Oojah kept waking and having
drinks of Don's medicine, but
at breakfast-time he came
downstairs beaming with smiles.
Good-blackberry-morning, my dears!"
he called. Isn't this beautiful sunshine
nice and shiny ? "
My whiskers, he looks better than
ever! chuckled Snooker. "There is
nothing like a good dose of Castor Oil-
if somebody else takes it."
I'm glad you are so well again," said
Don. We shall have a lovely day for our
blackberrying."






After breakfast they took
their baskets out along the
lanes and picked the juicy
blackberries from the hedges.
Jerrywangle went with them,
but Snooker was nowhere to
be seen.
"Where's my Kitten-cat, I
wonder ?" murmured Uncle
Oojah. This is very strange.
Why didn't he come with us ? "
"I expect he is not far
away," replied Don. Look,
here's a big walnut-tree! I
should like some of those
walnuts, they are such
beauties."
Uncle Oojah threw a stone
at the tree, but he missed it.
Again and again he tried, and
all he knocked off was a couple
of leaves.
"I shall get something
presently, perhaps," he sighed. )
"They ought to trim their
trees with cocoa-nuts, and
then I could hit them better.
If I had a bow and arrows I Picked
might shoot a few."
"Why don't you pull the branches
down ? asked Jerry. You should be
able to bend that tree easily, you should."
My Jerrywangle is always right,
sometimes," smiled his uncle. "Why
didn't I remember that at first ? "
So he reached up and pulled the
branches down, and his little friends


1 the juicy blackberries from the hedges.

quickly filled all their pockets. They had
a very happy morning, nutting and
blackberrying; but when they got back
to the farm Snooker was still missing.
Oh! Don, where can my Snooker be?"
groaned Uncle Oojah. "Whatever can
have happened to my cat ? "
[Now turn to pagt 97.


Peter and Pitpat Bark as Bad as a Bite
TH-RE's ( STRANGE SE ME C>tk^ iT- KiG-tT p4 ,TAT TR !.
c CAT, PITPAT.
























IXTEEN, s'venteen, eighteen,
nine-een. "
Bobbie was lying awake
counting sheep. He had heard
Uncle James say that the best thing to do
when you couldn't go to sleep was to
count a flock of sheep, and that was
what Bobbie was doing.
". .. twent-nine, THIRTY, thir'one,
thir'two.. .. ."
But, somehow, counting sheep wasn't
making Bobbie sleepy. He was very much
awake. The sheep were trotting through
a gate in a wall, and he counted their
tails as they disappeared through the gate.
He had counted them once and made the
number 131. Now he was counting them
again just to see that he hadn't made a
mistake.


.. hundrand thirty, hundrand their'
one there was a pause, and then
another sheep trotted out of the darkness
and through the gate "hundrand
thir'two."
Bother murmured Bobbie, I
shall have to count them again to see
which is right."
And then, leaning against the wall, he
saw a very, very old man with a long white
beard and a shepherd's crook.
Got 'em wrong, I reckon," he sug-
gested, smiling.
Yes," said Bobbie. Now I shall have
to count them all over again."
Doan't 'ee," said the shepherd, I'll
tell 'ee a secret. In every flock there's
allus a black sheep, an' our black sheep
'as a white tail The first time you coun-
ted 'e wuz so ashamed of himselff that 'is
tail was between 'is legs, but the second
time 'e'd perked up, and it wuz as wavy
as the others! Now you go to
sleep "
And Bobbie went.


FAIRY LULLABIES
LITTLE brown bunnies are full of fun,
And always ready for play,
Gaily they frolic and frisk in the sun
From dawn till the sky turns grey.
But when the sunset's gold and red
Grow dim, and the shadows deep,
Little brown bunnies troop off to bed...
And the fairies sing them to sleep !
E. L. R.
C] "' :"'o',', ''x:o-. O- .o,,, ,.,o,,







S JERRY THE BILL-POSTER



4 c RAN I IG, 1ERRYWANGLE
V- R Ji C saw a ladder lean-
( o _- against a wall, and he
S_ s stopped to look.
S^'AV ^ Kr;p X_ COPY
J l "The bill-poster
Ss has gone away," he
Said. I'm going to
try that work, and see
._, how I like it."
Yes, you might as
well,"replied Snooker.
You never know
what you can do until
n you do it."





ERRY carried the
pastepot and brush 1 .
up the ladder, and i, i 1i
Snooker stayed down i ni h -
below to hold it "
steady. "J
You be careful,"
he said. "We don't
want to land ourselves.
into trouble." ----- "
"I know how to do
it," said Jerry. "You T
just watch the way I \
can post the posters." .
75








JERRY THE BILL-POSTER

(CONTINUED)

--'-- NOOKERgottired
i-,t Sof holding the lad-
Sder, so he turned
S, .around and sat down
at the bottom. That
explains why he did
S not see Uncle Oojah
Coming along.
w '. tg" It's a nice day for
a stroll," smiled Uncle
Oojah. "I'm very
o nearly getting over
my summer holiday."




AS Uncle Oojah M il

walked under the >i_, J
ladder his hat caught 1 4
the pastepot and down .
came the paste.
"Lovey-jimmikins, -
what's this ? he gas-
ped. Who's spilling -
the paste all over
me "
"Stop it!" said
Jerry. "If this lad-
der tips over much l-
more I shall be falling
off. -/








JERRY THE BILL-POSTER

(CONTINUED)

I1 "pHE ladder tipped
,. -1. 1 over still further,
IC" /A : and in the end Jerry
m tumbled down on top
EfN of his uncle.
-1 "Help, help!"
w called Uncle Oojah.
"I don't want these
.64 ID' bills posted on me! "
What a way to
workk" laughed
Snooker. "I'm enjoy-
ing this better than
Sthe clowns at the
\ circus."





W HEN Uncle
Oojah found out
who caused it all he
took Jerry by the collar .
and led him home.
"This must be stop-
ped," he said. "I
can't have such goings
on going on."
"It was your fault, -
it was," complained T
Jerry. I was learn-
ing to be a bill-poster, -~-
but you knocked me
over." ---- -








PINKIE IN DISGRACE AGAIN



7.0 p.m.
W ENT to sleep on
the hearthrug
in front of the fire.


8.0 p.m. Woke up and
scrambled on Mistress's
knee went to sleep
again.
10o.30 p.m. Woke up .
frightfully thirsty and
drank Towser's milk.


10.40 p.m. Jumped on back
i- ~of Master's chair... he has no
fur on the top of his head I
f -'--gwA fly was walking about on
Sthe bare place, and every now
and then Master tried to catch
/4' it. He couldn't manage it, so
Sthe next time the fly settled
on his head I sprang on it...
(and would you believe it,
even THAT didn't please
him !)
'^^^^C^<>^*C>>*^^^*^*^>*^^*^'>*C^^*^*>*^*'^-C'>*








A LONG DAY ENDS



I1.o p.m.

to bed I ,
sneered at Towser as I
passed him, because HE
sleeps on a mat in the
hall. r

SI.o0 p.m. Mistress
kissed me and said, .-
"Nightie-night, Pinkie '...
petkins !" Then she put
me in'my basket.






ii.30p.m. Still awake
S. Master DOES
make funny noises when
he's asleep. He's worse
than Towser.

sleep.
E. L. ROBERTS

O)Z0D~ O OC0Os2.Q0OZQ~





















MOONSHINE!

A GAY little elf on a moonbeam sat
And sang as he swung his legs
so fat,
"Oho! I'll ride on the moon's bright
beams
And carry to mortals such funny dreams."


Said the moon, "Such nonsense I will
stop! "
He drew up his beams and the elf fell
plop !
He said, as he rubbed bumps everywhere,
"I must have been riding an old
B night-mare!"

BERTHA LEONARD


II -


r--,











EOLY'POLY,


PUDDING
Y '-- ------- .i -
By
D. STEERWOOD


OTHER was making a roly-poly
pudding. It was an extra
special one, with heaps and
heaps of jam in it.
When she had finished making it she
popped it in the oven, and was just
going to light the gas when there
was a knock at the door.
Off she hurried, leaving the oven
door open. Then a strange thing
happened. The roly-poly pudding
jumped out of the dish and walked
through the kitchen-door into the
garden.
Why should I stay there and
be cooked? thought he. "I will
go into the world and seek
adventure."
And down the garden he walked,
through the gate and into the road.
He looked such a funny little
fellow walking along. He was so He
very fat, and so full of jam that suct
it kept oozing out on to the pave- little
ment as he walked.
But he thought he was very fine wall
indeed and he was very proud of alon
himself.
Soon two children came
walking by.
"Why, what is that ? said one.
"It looks like a pudding," said


the other, and they ran towards poor Mr.
Roly-Poly, and picked him up.
Let us take him home and bake him
for dinner," said they. And home they
trotted as fast as they could.






Look, Mother," said the little boy.
"We found this roly-poly pudding."
"Give it to me," said their mother,
" and I will put it in the oven and bake it."
So she put it on the top shelf in the
warm oven.
On the shelf underneath were seven
small sausage-rolls and one
large one. a
"Oh! dear! Oh! dear!"
sighed the roly-poly pudding.
"What is the matter? "
asked the big sausage-roll.
I don't want to be baked r
and eaten," said Roly-Poly.
"I wish I could run away."
But this time the oven
door was shut tightly, and
he could not get out.
Soon he and the sausage-
rolls were baked a nice light
brown in colour. Then the
oven door opened, and the
Mother and the two children The jam r
looked in.
"Now they are ready," .. .hurried
said one of the children, the kitchen
" Let us eat them." followed by
No, you must wait till
dinner-time," said their Mother. Go
in the garden and play," and she shut the
oven door.
Oh dear sighed Roly-Poly. I'm
afraid I shall REALLY be eaten this
time."
Oh! dear! Oh! dear!" sighed the
sausage-rolls. "We don't want to be
eaten at all."
At that moment the oven door opened
again, and the two children looked in.
How tempting they look said the
little boy, and he picked up one of the
small sausage-rolls and began to eat it.
The little girl also took one, and began to
eat that also.
Just then there was a noise in the other
room.
Quick, come away; there is someone
coming! said the boy. And they both
rushed into the garden, forgetting to
close the oven door in their haste.
Now is our chance," said the jam


oly-poly -
through
n door, ('
Sthe big sausage-roll and the five little ones.

roly-poly, and he jumped off the dish
and hurried through the kitchen door,
followed by the big sausage-roll and the
five little ones.
When they reached the road the five
little sausage-rolls began to feel frightened.
We are going back," said they. We
like it much better in the warm oven," and
back they all trotted and laid themselves
on the dish again ready to be eaten.
But the large sausage-roll did not feel
afraid, and he followed the jam roly-poly
along the road.
Soon they reached a small lane with
grass growing on either side of it.
Where are we going now ? said the
sausage-roll.
"I don't know," said the roly-poly
pudding. Perhaps if we keep on walk-
ing we shall find a little house in which to
live."
On and on they walked and they were
soon very tired, but they did not find a






little house; instead a very sad thing there standing in front of him was a
happened to them. large sausage-roll and a jam-roly-poly
Sitting by the side of the lane was a man. pudding.
He was very tired and very hungry. He "Why, the fairies must have sent
was poor and he had no money. All day them," said he, and he picked up the
long he had been without food. sausage-roll in one hand, and the pudding
Just for a moment he had shut his in the other.
eyes. He took two big bites, and the sausage-
Oh thought he, "if only I could roll had disappeared. Then he tackled the
see some food in front of me when I open jam-roly-poly, and soon that was all eaten
my eyes again up too. And that was the end of the poor
Just then he opened them, and jam-roly-poly pudding.



THE WORM

S COCK called all his children round
S1 L And told them how a worm he found, ,
And how to get one from the ground.


For worms are always found," '2
said he,
S"Upon the ground beneath a ...,i I; .
tree, M11"
You only have to wait and .. I
see." .....


O, Away they went and his eldest son
IM Soon cried out that he'd found one. O
?A A clever thing he thought he'd done!


O But a rude young N
O frog called "Hi! I
<.) Mm,. Minorca,
S. "The worm you've "
X \ g V found will be a
1 choker-
S..S ''".." .::.0 "It's just a tube of
0 yellow ochre."
0.1 ... *) E.J.B. ?'
YNV ,V VS SV IV
1011 s s sA1S








MEXICAN

MOUNTAINS

DON'T think I shall ever take
A "charrabang or taxi
To get a little closer to
Exploding Cotopaxi.

And I am equally convinced
It needs a man of mettle
To ramble on the rumbling /
slopes
Of Popocatapetl. 2 "







I GOING THE WRONG WAY 9
o u



l --- WANGLE
Li-JL' y H borrowed
enough money to
0s1hire a cab, and he
backed his new
IWt h f horse into the
shafts.
me Stand steady,
Lightning he
h said. If you
won't work as a
racehorse, you will
have to earn money
e of with this cab."

HENevery-
thing was 1 ,
ready he
discovered that he
had forgotten the I-
whip. k(tH ,
"Watch him for
me, you Snooker," ji
he said. Stay
there while I get
the whip."
" Leave him to
me," replied
Snooker. "I'lltake
care of your cab."








I GOING THE WRONG WAY g
9 9
(CONTINUED)

,, H.ILE he
--- 1was away
-Don came
i I by, and they made
i it up to play a little
II trick.
/ My whiskers,
this is something
horer like ajoke "laugh-
Sed Snooker. Let's
take the horse out
and turn him
round."


E RRY-
WANGLE
came back
with the whip, and .. ..
when he saw the
way his horse was """""
standing he was ,
surprised. "
What do you
mean, you old
horse ? he asked.
"I only left you for
a minute and this
has happened "







o GOING THE WRONG WAY o

(CONTINUED)
S~) _- last he
climbed up
ni lin the seat,
and got ready to
i drive.
I" Get up there,"
I4e said. "You've
found out how to
turn round, and
you'll have to find a
way to turn back."
And he cracked his
whip and tugged at
the reins.



HE horse 04 h -V\,
ended by I "
pushing
the cab into a shop
window. '
"Stop! Go iI
back!" called
Jerry. "I don't
know what to do
with you now.
You're no good for
a racehorse, and
you're not even fit
to pull a cab."








-The 'Yoikjy 3Tehdm1ek


BY
H. L. SHINDLER.


HE bread-fruit tree is a native
of the East Indies and the
Pacific, where its fruit con-
stitutes an important article
of food.
Ruth was reading aloud from a book
on her lap.
That's not real bread, though, is it ? "
asked Jerry.
Oh! no," replied Ruth; "but I am
going to learn to
make real bread O- 3o,>
some day."
Do you mean
to tell me that THE MI
you don't know
how to make bread
at your age?" ABY nibble
asked a voice be- Till another
side them. "I AM As he gulps it
surprised! Why, All his pink a
it's as easy as
knitting."
Beside them Then the dim]
stood a very thin Say (he's MU
little fellow with speak!):
such a big head. "Look at ME
"I know all
S"I kBecause I drin
about it," said Because I dr
the strange little mik !
man. "I'm the 0
I. C. B. D. R. H.,
you know." QC-QoYo


es
er

ni


C

!
k


"Whatever does that mean ? asked
Jerry.
"Why, Instructor-in Chief -to the
Bread-Department-of-the-Royal-H o u s e-
hold, of course," replied the little man,
as though every one ought to know
without asking.
"I'm called I.C.B.D.R.H. for short,
the other's such a mouthful. I'm just
going to give the Princess a lesson in
bread-making;
sc s, I' I'll show you how
it's done if you
like. I'm very
KY WAY clever, you know.
That's why my
head's so big. It's
Sat his thumbs full of brains.
bottle comes; Now just shut
lown he shows your eyes while I
d chubby toes. count ten."
And when Ruth
and Jerry opened
es in his cheek their eyes again,
H too full to they found that
they were sitting
I'm soft as silk on the terrace
such LOTS of steps at the back of
a beautiful palace.
Beside them was
a tall plant in a
6 big pot, and it
,fo. 6wO, had strange square



















A procession of such funny-looking people was marching
towards the Bake-house.


flowers on it which looked just like
bread-tins.
The warm sun was shining on the plant,
and, as the children watched, soft creamy
dough began to rise above the edges of
the tin-like flowers.
Jerry Look! exclaimed Ruth.
" It's bread, I do believe."


Of course, it's
bread," said the
tall thin fellow
with the big head.
"That's our Fairy
Bread-baking
Plant. We bake
our bread in the
sun, not in ovens
as humans do.
Come along and
I'll show you how
it's done. That's
the Fairy Bake-
house, just over
there."
A procession of
such funny-look-
ing people was
marching towards
the Bake-house.


of all, an important-looking Baker in an
apron and a big white hat.
Now, come along in and you shall see
everything," said the I.C.B.D.R.H. And
the children followed him into the Bake-
house.
Now," said their strange companion,
"we'll just make one nice big loaf such


A GOOD CATCH

SRITE your Christian name
and surname in one letter.
You can't! Oh yes, you can;
it's quite easy.
Make a big 0 on a piece of
paper and write your names
inside!
Now see how many of your
friends you can catch.


^ ^ ____ ___J^oooooooooooooo


First came an old man with a sack of
best flour on his,back. Behind him was
another carrying a big crock with a jug
of water standing in it. Then came a
little boy with some bread-tins on his
head, and after him a curly-headed man
carrying a bag of yeast. Next was a
youth carrying a salt-sprinkler, and, last


as you have at
home. First of
all," he went on,
"remember to
have everything
you use nice and
warm. That's
most important.
Now watch."
The man with
the yeast cut off
a piece which
weighed just an
ounce and a half.
"He puts that
into a little basin,"
said their teacher,
" and he mixes it
with just enough
warm water to
make it as thin


as cream. Then he stands it in the sun.
Humans put it near the fire so that
it will get warm and 'work,' as they
call it."
Next came the flour-man and weighed
out just two pounds of his flour and put
it in the crock, and proceeded to rub out
all the lumps.






"Now look at the yeast again," said
the little man. And as they looked they
saw it begin to move, and bubbles rose
to the surface of the mixture.
"That's just ready to use now," said
the I.C.B.D.R.H.
It was then that the important-looking
Baker strode over to the crock. He
shook in a little salt, mixed it with the
flour, and then poured in the bubbling
yeast, and about half a pint of nice


"That's risen beautifully,"
said the I.C.B.D.R.H.,
"and it's so light we could
fly anywhere on it." .
He leaped on to the loaf.


warm water. These he stirred well and
quickly into the flour until it became a
rather sticky lump of dough.
Now we put the dough in the sun to
rise," said the little thin man. "You
humans stand it in front of the fire with
a cloth over it. The sun does it for us
much more quickly."
Jerry and Ruth watched it, and in a
few moments the dough began to rise and
swell until it was a large spongy mass.
"There! Now it's ready to
bake. It just has to be
kneaded a little
and then 'plomp'
it goes into one
of the square
flowers on the
F.B.B.P.,and the
---~ hot sun will bake
" ,.. it for us."
*'j '"' -.. c .....'. -"' "How lovely!"
S. exclaimed the
children as a
I ,' i beautiful, golden
brown loaf rose
I Iinto view.
S"Mothe r's
[ takes quite an
i hour to bake, so
-she told me,"
said Ruth.
Then, to their amazement, the loaf
rose right up out of the tin-flower into
the air, and it grew bigger and bigger as
they watched.
"That's risen beautifully," said the
I.C.B.D.R.H., and it's so light that we
could fly anywhere on it. Now we must
fetch the Princess and she shall have her
lesson.
He leaped on to the loaf. Then he
turned and held out his big hands to
Ruth and Jerry, and they climbed up
beside him. In a moment they were
flying through the air to the Princess.
Please, your Royal Highness," said
the little man, "everything is ready for
your bread lesson, if you will kindly
come."
Oh bother the old bread!" exclaimed
the Princess, pettishly; I'm reading a


,`~L:~`uYt~U
~it-~-B


n r a l G






lovely story about those funny humans,
and can't be disturbed now. You must
teach me another time."
Well," said the little fellow to the
Children, as they flew away again on the
top of the loaf, you know how to make
bread now. That's one good thing learnt."
And then Ruth and Jerry heard him
slowly counting ten, back-
S -wards, and they knew
that he was going.
Good-bye, little man;
thank you so much !
'they cried.
MA." Little man indeed! "
cried the little fellow.
S "Please remember that
I'm the I.C.B.D.R.H. or
l : '' l' I shall never come to
see you again." And he
was gone.



"Oh! bother the old bread!" exclaimed the
Princess pettishly.








DO TO U?
I LIKE to dig upon the sands;
SI like to sail my boat;
I like to see the seagulls fly
With flapping wings afloat.
I like to catch the baby crabs
That play in every pool...
(I caught a bucketful one day
^ And took them all to school!)
I like the smell of salty winds;
I like large slabs of cake;
But most I like to paddle
Where the big waves break!









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