The Illustrator.
Billy Bounce.
By W. W. Denslow and Dudley A Bragdon.
Pictures by Denslow.
G. W. Dillingham Co. Publishers: New York. 1906.
Move That Big Rock!
The Great Rock Stirred!
Tanglewood Tales.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Illustrations By: Milo Winter
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1913.
Robbers!
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.
Have You Met The Ace of Spades?
Billy Meets The Ace of Spades.
Billy Bounce.
By W. W. Denslow and Dudley A Bragdon.
Pictures by Denslow.
G. W. Dillingham Co. Publishers: New York. 1906.
A Dog’s Life!
We now, to return to Pelleas, know pretty well what to do and how to behave on the master’s premises. But the world does not end at the house-door, and, beyond the walls and beyond the hedge, there is a universe of which one has not the custody, where one is no longer at home, where relations are changed. How are we to stand in the street, in the fields, in the market-place, in the shops? In consequence of difficult and delicate observations, we understand that we must take no notice of passers-by; obey no calls but the master’s; be polite, with indifference, to strangers who pet us. Next, we must conscientiously fulfill certain obligations of mysterious courtesy toward our brothers the other dogs; respect chickens and ducks; not appear to remark the cakes at the pastry-cook’s, which spread themselves insolently within reach of the tongue; show to the cats, who, on the steps of the houses, provoke us by hideous grimaces, a silent contempt, but one that will not forget; and remember that it is lawful and even commendable to chase and strangle mice, rats, wild rabbits and, generally speaking, all animals (we learn to know them by secret marks) that have not yet made their peace with mankind.
All this and so much more! . . . Was it surprising that Pelleas often appeared pensive in the face of those numberless problems, and that his humble and gentle look was often so profound and grave, laden with cares and full of unreadable questions?
Alas, he did not have time to finish the long and heavy task which nature lays upon the instinct that rises in order to approach a brighter region. . . An ill of a mysterious character, which seems specially to punish the only animal that succeeds in leaving the circle in which it is born; an indefinite ill that carries off hundreds of intelligent little dogs, came and put an end to the destiny and happy education of Pelleas. And now all those efforts to achieve a little more light; all that ardour in loving, that courage in understanding; all that affectionate gaiety and innocent fawning; all those kind and devoted looks, which turned to man to ask for his assistance against unjust death; all those flickering gleams which came from the profound abyss of a world that is no longer ours; all those nearly human little habits lie sadly in the cold ground, under a flowering elder-tree, in a corner of the garden.
OUR FRIEND THE DOG.
By Maurice Maeterlinck.
Illustrated by Cecil Alden.
Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.
I’ll Grind His Bones To Make My Bread!
“Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman;
Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”
[h]e called out, for he could smell Jack, though he could not see him.
“Well,” said Jack, taking off his coat, “you may catch me if you like.” Then round the courtyard he ran with the giant after him. Across the drawbridge he darted, and after him lumbered the giant, but his weight was so great that crash went the bridge, and he fell in the moat and was drowned.
Jack The Giant Killer.
W. B. Conkey Company: New York. 1898.
Happy Flag Day!
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.
Daddy’s Baby Bunting!
“Bye, Baby Bunting.”
Bye, baby, bunting,
Daddy’s gone a-hunting,
To get a little rabbit skin,
To wrap his baby bunting in.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.
Jimmie Studies Himself!
Jimmie’s mama made him spend a part of each day in study, and as he grew older, he became a very smart little Pig.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy.
By Marjorie Manners.
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
Puss Kills Rabbits!
“Puss out-wits the Rabbits”
Through the woods and over the fields he ran till he came near a rabbit warren, when he crept more cautiously for fear some of the bunnies might hear him; for they have very sharp ears. He opened the game-bag, into which he had put some bits of cabbage and fresh parsley, and arranging the strings of the bag in a clever way, waited patiently for a visit from the rabbits.
Presently two or three young ones came hopping up and twitching their long ears. They sniffed around for awhile at the entrance of the bag, and then hopped in and began munching and nibbling at the parsley and cabbage, little thinking of the fate that awaited them. All at once the cat gave the string a jerk, and the bunnies were caught in a trap, and though they kicked ever so hard they couldn’t get out. Puss lost no time in killing them, and slinging the game-bag over his shoulder, he set out for the king’s palace.
LITTLE FOLKS STORIES
3 Bears, Puss in Boots, Red Riding Hood.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. 1888.
SAMBO
. . . he nearly had a fit at sight of Bo-Peep’s doll – Black Sambo – who sat in the nursery, . . The lambs were safely shut up in their wooden box every night by their little mistress, for she did not want to have to search for them again through glades of trees, unending rooms, or to ask news of them of a stupid real Black Sambo with a swelling face, who sang stupid songs.
Little Bo-Peep And Other Good Stories
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1905.
Boy on a Chain is a Strange Monkey!
“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.
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