Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
[Note: Artist’s name removed from illustration by publisher.]
Cinderella did not see what on earth a pumpkin could have to do with her going to the ball, but she ran quickly, chose the biggest and finest pumpkin on the vines, and carried it to her godmother.
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From the story “CINDERELLA OR THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER.”
Once Upon a Time.
Edited by Katharine Lee Bates.
Illustrated by Margaret Evans Price.
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1921.
“Yes, this is my funny little house, funny little man!” said the funny little lady. “Will you come into my funny little house and have a funny little cup of tea, funny little man?”
The Funny Little Book.
Story and Illustrations by Johnny Gruelle.
P. F. Volland Company: New York, Chicago and Toronto. 1918.
“I don’t believe there are any fish here, after all,” he said, after half an hour, during which he caught nothing.
No sooner had he said this, than he caught a little sun fish.
Before the morning was half gone, he had enough fish for dinner.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy.
By Marjorie Manners
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
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.
He marched around the orchard with his gun over his shoulder, carrying his flag.
“When I grow up,” he said, “I mean to be a great general like I read about in my books. Then I can tell people what to do, and they will have to mind me. Then Mamma can’t say ‘Jimmie don’t do this’ and ‘Jimmie don’t do that.’ And then I can have all the corn I want.”
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy.
By Marjorie Manners.
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
“Cornfield Lullaby”
By o’ Babun, dark yo’ shinin’ eye,
Snuggle soft and calm;
‘For yo’ come I wanted foh to die –
Lambie, O mah lamb!
Ole brack Sin war standin’ at de door,
Lookin’ roun’ foh me;
But I ‘spect yo’se skeered him off, foh shore,
‘Case he’s lef’ me be.
Kids of Many Colors.
By Grace Duffie Boylan and Ike Morgan.
Hurst and Company Publishers: New York. 1901.
“The elf first put the tongue on the tub.”
. . . the elf stole away the grocer’s wife’s tongue, for she did not want it while she slept. And now whatever he put it upon was able to speak just as well as the lady herself. It was a good thing the tongue could be in only one place at a time, or what a noise there would have been!
The elf first put the tongue on the tub . . .
From the story “The Elf at the Grocer’s.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
“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.
I have lost, within these last few days, a little bull-dog.
He had just completed the sixth month of his brief existence. He had no history. His intelligent eyes opened to look out upon the world, to love mankind, then closed again on the cruel secrets of death.
OUR FRIEND THE DOG
By Maurice Maeterlinck.
Illustrated by Cecil Aldin.
Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.
“Stuck their whole head into it.”
When the calves were a little older, the farmer tried to teach them to drink out of a pail, but they either upset it, put their foot into it, or stuck their whole head into it so deep that when they came out even their eyes were filled with milk.
COWS AND CALVES.
Written by Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrations by Hugo Von Hofsten.
Barse & Hopkins Publishers: New York. 1912.
The great black cat stalked out in front of the little circle and told the story of “Puss in Boots.”
He turned his great yellow-green eyes upon the row of winged children and they all shivered with joy. To think of sitting up and hearing a cat tell a story!
He began at the beginning, and told the story of “Puss in Boots” as it had never been told before . . .
The Magical House of Zur.
By Mary Dickerson Donahey.
Barse & Hopkins: New York. 1914.
“Suddenly the band burst into stirring music.”
When the Governor of the State and the Mayor of Boston, accompanied by three companies of boy soldiers, entered through the main gate, the cheering and clapping grew louder than ever. . .
Suddenly the band burst into stirring music. Open flew the side gates, and through them marched Mollie, Waddy, and Tony!
Chapter XVII
The Children’s Campaign.
THE ADVENTURES OF MOLLIE, WADDY AND TONY.
Written by Paul Waitt.
Illustrations by Clara E. Atwood.
Little, Brown, and Company: Boston. 1915.
THE SHIRT-COLLAR.
“Mistress widow!” cried the shirt-collar, “little mistress widow, I am getting very warm! I am turning quite another being, all my creases are coming out; you are burning a hole in me! Ugh! I propose to you!”
Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1920.
THE PRINCESS AND THE RAGGED BALLAD-SINGER
When the old King saw that his daughter only made fun of all her fine suitors, he was very angry. “By my beard,” he swore, “the first beggar who comes to the door shall be her husband!”
Only a few days later a strolling ballad-singer took his stand under one of the castle windows and sang his best in hope of alms. When the King heard him, he said: “Let the fellow come up here.” So the beggar was brought in, ragged, stooping, with wild hair, and whiskers that almost hid his face. He sang to the King and the Princess all the ballads he knew and then held out his torn hat for coppers, or perhaps a bit of silver.
The King said: “Your song has pleased me so much that I will give you instead of money this daughter of mine for your wife.”
The Princess cried out in disgust and dismay. But the King said: “I have sworn by my beard that you, too proud for royal suitors, should marry the first beggar who came to the door. That oath cannot be broken.”
This king could be very stern when he chose, and the tears of his daughter did not move him. The court chaplain was called in and the Princess and the beggar were married then and there.
And then, although his daughter clung to his knees, the King shook her off. “Now you are a beggar-woman, and beggar-women do not live in palaces. Go hence with your husband.”
Illustration from From The Story “King Hawksbeak”
Once Upon a Time.
Edited by Katharine Lee Bates.
Illustrated by Margaret Evans Price.
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1921.
It is a sin; it is a theft; it is an infamy,” he said, slowly, his eyes fastened on the gilded feet of Hirschvogel.
“Oh, August, do not say such things of father!” sobbed his sister. “Whatever he does, we ought to think it right.”
August laughed aloud.
“Is it right that he should spend his money in drink? – that he should let orders lie unexecuted? – that he should do his work so ill that no one cares to employ him? – that he should live on grandfather’s charity, and then dare sell a thing that is ours every whit as much as it is his? To sell Hirschvogel! Oh, dear God! I would sooner sell my soul!”
The Nurnberg Stove.
Louisa de la Rame.
Illustrated by Maria L. Kirk.
J. B. Lippincott Company: Philadelphia and London. 1916.