Russian Friends Of Mine.
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
“Think of your own shoe.”
After the dancing had gone on for some time, the princess told the wizard that another young man had come to seek her hand, and asked what she should think of next morning when he came up to the palace to guess her thoughts.
“Listen! I will tell you,” replied the wizard. “Choose something very easy and simple, and he will be less likely to think of it. Think of your own shoe; he will never guess that. Then you can have his head cut off. But, mind! don’t forget to bring me his eyes to-morrow night. I will have either them or your own. Remember our bargain!”
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From the story “The Traveling Companions.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
WHAT IS IT?
I soon saw that, after all, the food was not my sort, so I went off again directly, but not before one of the Yellow Things had plucked up courage to come back and actually threaten to attack me – me, . .
PETER PIPER’S PEEP SHOW or All the Fun of the Fair
Written by S. H. Hamer.
With Illustrations by Lewis Baumer and Harry B. Neilson.
Cassell And Company, Ltd.: London, Paris, New York & Melbourne. 1906.
Artwork by Robert Morley (1893)
THE OSTRICH CARRIAGE.
. . . “Where are you going, little maid?” “Oh, many, many miles from here,” said Tiny. “Get upon my back,” said and the Ostrich, kneeling down; and Tiny was soon upon his back, speeding away like the wind, until she reached the sea-shore.
Tiny and Her Vanity.
McLoughlin Bros.: New York. Ca 1892.
Mr. Elephant toddled around until he was all tired out.
Then he told Mr. Ape that he couldn’t stand up another minute.
“Now what would Mr. Man do if he was feeling the same as I do?” Mr. Elephant asked, and Mr. Ape said:
“Why, he would sit down.”
From the story “WHEN MR. ELEPHANT TRIED TO BE A MAN.”
Billy Goat’s Story
By Amy Prentice.
Illustrations by J. Watson Davis.
A. L. Burt Company: New York. Ca 1906.
“The Little Man and His Gun.”
There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went unto the brook, and he shot a little duck,
And hit her right through the head, head, head.
Then he went home unto his little wife Joan,
And bade her a good fire make, make, make,
To roast the little duck he had shot at the brook,
Whilst he went and shot the drake, drake, drake.
NURSERY COLORED PICTURE BOOK.
McLOUGHLIN BROS.: NEW YORK. Ca 1870.
STRANGE FRIENDS.
What do you think of that?
A bird in love with a cat.
This picture you see,
Is as true as can be;
Puss comes every day
At the risk of a fall,
To visit her friend
On the top of the wall;
For hours together
They’ll romp in this way,
Then the cat will go home,
And the bird fly away.
Funny Stories About Funny People.
Illustrations by J. G. Francis, J. C. Shepherd, F. J. Merrill, Palmer Cox, George F. Barnes and Others.
National Publishing Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1905.
The Fairies’ Balloon
The feathery ball of the dandelion gay
Is a silver and white balloon,
It wafts the Fairies clear up to the sky
And they visit the stars and the moon.
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Sometimes they ride for a night and a day
And sail o’er the billowy main,
And then over mountains and valleys
To their mystical castles in Spain.
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A Year With the Fairies.
Written by Anna M. Scott.
Illustrations by M. T. (Penny) Ross.
P. F. Volland & Co.: Chicago, U.S.A. 1914.
THE SINGING, SOARING LARK.
“I have seen the white dove, it has flown to the Red Sea, there it has become a lion again, for the seven years are over, and the lion is there fighting with a dragon; the dragon, however, is an enchanted princess.”
Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Translated from the German By Margaret Hunt.
Illustrated By John B. Gruelle.
Cupples and Leon Company: New York. Ca 1914.
HE MANAGED TO FLUTTER OUT OF REACH.
“Look!” cried one of the women, when she caught sight of him. “Oh, look at the little Blackbird there! His wing is broken and he cannot fly. I shall try to catch him.” And she ran as fast as she could, making her hands into a little cage to put over him. The other women, too, set down their baskets, for convenience–set them down right in the middle of the road–and joined the chase after the poor little Blackbird, so lame, so lame! But always, as they came close to him, he managed to flutter out of reach.
From the Story: “THE BLACKBIRD AND THE FOX”
The Curious Book of Birds.
Written by Abbie Farwell Brown.
Illustrations by E. Boyd Smith.
Houghton, Mifflin & Company: Boston & New York. 1903.
“EARLY TO BED, AND EARLY TO RISE.”
“You naughty bird, I want to know
Why you so early rise;
You wake me, when you know that I
Have hardly closed my eyes?”
“Why, really, dear,” said Cocky Crow,
“I hear you with surprise;
You go to bed with other lambs,
And quickly shut your eyes.”
“So when I sound my morning call,
Be quick, my pet, and rise;
For that’s the way to healthy be,
And wealthy, love, and wise.”
NURSERY COLORED PICTURE BOOK.
McLOUGHLIN BROS.: NEW YORK. Ca 1870.
PUTRI BALAN BEGAN TO LAUGH
When the moon is round and full, if you look very carefully at the golden disk you can see in shadowy outline the profile of a beautiful lady. She is leaning forward as if looking down upon our earth, and there is a little smile upon her sweet lips. This fair dame is Putri Balan, the Princess of the Moon, and she smiles because she remembers how once upon a time she cheated old Mr. Owl, her tiresome lover.
From the Story “THE OWL AND THE MOON.”
The Curious Book of Birds.
Written by Abbie Farwell Brown.
Illustrations by E. Boyd Smith.
Houghton, Mifflin & Company: Boston & New York. 1903.
SIMELI MOUNTAIN.
In the evening the mountain opened, and the twelve robbers came in, and when they saw him they laughed, and cried out, “Bird, have we caught thee at last!”
Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Translated from the German By Margaret Hunt.
Illustrated By John B. Gruelle.
Cupples and Leon Company: New York. Ca 1914.
“Old Mother Goose.”
And then the gold egg was thrown into the sea,
When Jack he jumped in, and got it back presently.
The knave got the goose, which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once his pockets to fill.
Jack’s mother came in, and caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back, flew up to the moon.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.
“BLESS ME!” HE EXCLAIMED, “WHOM HAVE WE HERE?”
. . . The Stork looked up in surprise as the wonderful stranger approached.
“Bless me!” he exclaimed, “whom have we here? I thought I knew all Birdland, but I never before saw such a freak as this!”
“I am the King. I am to be the new King,” announced the Crow. “Is there any bird more gorgeous than I?”
The Curious Book of Birds.
Written by Abbie Farwell Brown.
Illustrations by E. Boyd Smith.
Houghton, Mifflin & Company: Boston & New York. 1903.
SUCH A GORGEOUS COAT!
“O Father!” he panted, “I am late. But I was so busy! Pray forgive me and permit me to have a pretty coat like the others.”
“You are late indeed,” said the Father reproachfully, “and all the coloring has been done. You should have come when I bade you. Do you not know that it is the prompt bird who fares best? My rainbow color-box has been generously used, and I have but little of each tint left. Yet I will paint you with the colors that I have, and if the result be ill you have only yourself to blame.”
“The Father smiled gently as He took up the brush which He had laid down, and dipped it in the first color which came to hand. This He used until there was no more, when He began with another shade, and so continued until the Goldfinch was completely colored from head to foot. Such a gorgeous coat! His forehead and throat were of the most brilliant crimson. His cap and sailor collar were black. His back was brown and yellow, his breast white, his wings golden set off with velvet black, and his tail was black with white-tipped feathers. Certainly there was no danger of his being mistaken for any other bird.
When the Goldfinch looked down into a pool and saw the reflection of his gorgeous coat, he burst out into a song of joy. “I like it, oh I like it!” he warbled, and his song was very sweet. “Oh, I am glad that I was late, indeed I am, dear Father!”
But the kind Father sighed and shook His head as He put away the brush, exclaiming, “Poor little Goldfinch! You are indeed a beautiful bird. But I fear that the gorgeous coat which you wear, and which is the best that I could give you, because you came so late, will cause you more sorrow than joy. Because of it you will be chased and captured and kept in captivity; and your life will be spent in mourning for the days when you were a plain gray bird.”
The Curious Book of Birds.
Written by Abbie Farwell Brown.
Illustrations by E. Boyd Smith.
Houghton, Mifflin & Company: Boston & New York. 1903.