Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
“The scarecrow was so sympathetic that they became great friends.”
So he stumbled along by himself till he came to a clearing. There were bright red flags fluttering on the edges of it, and in the middle of the field stood a tall, thin man with a gun pointing straight at Paul.
In The Miz.
Written by Grace E. Ward.
Illustrations by Clara E. Atwood.
Little, Brown, & Co.: Boston. 1904.
And he learned the fact that as a rule,
No mending is done without a tool,
And he carried his horse to a carpenter,
Who said, “I’ll mend it, my little sir.”
And really he mended the head so well
That the broken place you could hardly tell,
And proud as a lord was gallant Ned
Who mounted his hobby-horse and said,
“You never could mend a live horse’s-head,
So I’ll keep my wooden one instead.”
Little Bo-Peep And Other Good Stories.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1905.
Hassan and His Horse
Some time in the night he felt
Atair searching for his belt.
In his teeth he seized it fast,
Raised the boy and swiftly passed
All the guards that sleeping lay;
Cleared the camp, and sped away
Toward the black tent in the South
With his master in his mouth.
Lightly fell his flying feet –
Never was a horse so fleet;
Pausing not until once more
Hassan was before his door. . .
Kids of Many Colors.
By Grace Duffie Boylan and Ike Morgan.
Hurst and Company Publishers: New York. CA 1909.
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.
“Come, now, don’t give me any of your tomato sauce.”
. . . “A boy threw my favorite sister at a cat last week and I have never been able to abide boys since; and, come to think of it you look like that boy.”
“Oh! no, sir, it wasn’t I,” said Billy, frightened. “I – I’ve only just come.”
. . . hundreds of other tomatoes, not quite so large as the first one it is true, but large enough to frighten Billy, were shaking their heads at him threateningly.
But Billy plucked up his courage and said in a voice that was a wee bit shaky, “Come, now, don’t give me any of your tomato sauce; if you’re not careful I’ll squash you.”
By W. W. Denslow and Dudley A Bragdon.
Pictures by Denslow.
G. W. Dillingham Co. Publishers: New York. 1906.
“A STRANGE MONKEY.”
What have we here?
How very queer!
A monkey can it be?
But such a monkey in my life
I ne’er before did see.
Oh, dear, dear, dear,
I sadly fear
That something has gone wrong;
‘Tis Charlie fastened to a chain
That’s stout, and strong, and long.
Mary Had a Little Lamb
And Other Good Stories
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1906.
“THE NAUGHTY BOY”
The old poet sat down again beside the stove, and took the little boy on his knee. He wrung the water out of his streaming hair, warmed the child’s hands within his own, and gave him warm milk to drink and roasted apples to eat. The boy soon became himself again; the rosy colour returned to his cheeks, and he jumped down from the old man’s lap, and danced around him on the floor.
“Thou art a merry fellow!” said the poet. “Thou must tell me thy name.”
“They call me Cupid,” replied the boy. “Don’t you know me? There lies my bow. . .”
He then drew his bow, laid an arrow on the string, took his aim, and shot straight into the old poet’s heart. . .
The poor poet lay moaning on the ground for the arrow had wounded him sorely. “Fie, for shame, Cupid!” cried he; “thout art a wicked boy! I will tell all good children how thou hast treated me, and bid them take heed and never play with thee. If they do, thou wilt do them a mischief, as thou has done me.”
All the good boys and girls to whom he told this story were on their guard against the wicked boy Cupid. But, for all that, he shot his arrows into the hearts of nearly every one of them – he is so very cunning!
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
A burnt dog dreads the mustard pot;
However you may try
To coax him, he will taste it not –
Once bitten is twice shy.