The Jungle Fire Escape.
Animal Antics
By Louis Wain
Illustration by Matthews.
S. W. Partridge & Co: London. Ca 1900-1910.
“Dash, the Dachshund.”
This is not our dog, he belongs to a friend of ours and often comes to see us. He is quite at home at our place and is very friendly with our dogs.
Dash is a very polite and gentlemanly creature, his coat is sleek and shiny and is always beautifully clean, and he hates the wet and mud, and is most careful where he walks. Altogether he is a very superior dog.
Our Dear Dogs.
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series.
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
NED’S HORSE.
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.”
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Little Bo-Peep And Other Good Stories.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1905.
“The Sow With The Saddle.”
The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rock’d the cradle,
The dish jump’d up on the table,
To see the pot swallow the ladle.
The spit that stood behind the door
Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.
Odsplut! Said the gridiron,
Can’t you agree?
I’m the constable,
Bring them to me.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.
“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 Swoon
. . . the spindle immediately ran into her hand, and she directly fell down upon the ground in a swoon. Thereupon the old woman cried out for help, and people came in from every quarter in great numbers: some threw water upon the princess’s face, unlaced her, struck her on the palm of her hands, and rubbed her temples with Hungary water; but all they could do did not bring her to herself.
From the story “The Sleeping Beauty”
MOTHER FAIRY-TALES
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1908.
San Francisco to Oakland to Sacramento!
“Let us cross the bay to Oakland as soon as we can. Perhaps the quake will not run under the bay and we will be safe if we can reach Oakland.” And the three ran down the street keeping together this time, for they knew every-one was too excited to pay attention to them.
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“All aboard for Sacramento and the far east,” called the conductor, as he swung himself onto the train as it moved slowly out of the depot.
“Now,” said Billy, “we must follow the track the train is on until we get out of the city and then we will be all right, for there will be only one track running east.
Billy Whiskers, Jr. and His Chums.
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Hugo von Hofsten.
The Saalfield, Publishing Company: Chicago, Akron, Ohio & New York. 1907.
“Ethel’s Puppy”
Now, what do you think of Cousin Ethel’s little foxterrier. From the very moment that his eyes opened and he could waddle about, he was in trouble, and that has continued ever since. His name is Scamp, which suits him very well, and he is four months old next Thursday.
Last Monday he distinguished himself by stealing a bone nearly as big as himself. Cook had something to say to this, and Scamp still feels very sore, but he is friendly with Cook all the same: he thinks it best to keep in with her.
Our Dear Dogs
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
APRIL
Ah, winsome little April!
Who can resist your wiles?
Your darling face now wet with tears,
Now wreathed with sunny smiles.
Above the dull clouds round you
Old Sol looks down in glee,
While yet the pelting rain doth pour
Upon you steadily.
Have patience, little April,
He knows what he’s about;
The raindrops soon will disappear
And he’ll come shining out.
And you and he together
Will work to clear the way,
On which are brought spring’s blossoms
By your sweet sister May.
Mother’s Yellow Fairy Tale Book.
Arranged by Laura Dent Crane.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1905.
“Jack and Jill”
“Yes, here we are. Two tiny bears. The stony hill we scale,
To bring you water from the top within a wooden pail.”
But, crash! And Jack was on his head – water in the sky,
And when he found his Jill again, they sadly said, “Good-bye.”
Animal Antics.
By Louis Wain.
S. W. Partridge & Co: London. Ca 1900-1910.
. . . 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.
. . . 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.
“John, the Bull-Dog Puppy.”
John belongs to my brother. He is not beautiful but is kind-hearted and good-tempered. My brother says bull-dogs are not half so bad as they look, which I think is a good thing, for some of them look terrible creatures, and I always feel inclined to cross over the way when I see one coming.
Our Dear Dogs
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
“BABY AT THE PIGLETS’ HOME.”
The boar, without so much as a “by your leave,” caught up Baby in his wide mouth and made off with him. . . running as fast as he could for the hills where his family lived in a cave. Baby was greatly surprised though not alarmed at this singular way of traveling. It was a topsy-turvy way. Sometimes his head was uppermost and sometimes his feet.
But the old boar held him gently, and Baby held by the boar’s ear, and kept himself tolerably upright part of the time. He never had ridden so fast in his life. In fact he had never ridden at all except on his father’s knee.
When they arrived at the family cave, the old boar tossed him to his family of piglets and said with a grunt: “Here, children, is a fine fat morsel for you!”
But he had forgotten that his piglets had not yet cut their teeth, and could not have eaten the finest, fattest morsel in the world.
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
“A Curious Sight”
. . . But wait until you’ve heard me tell
About my Crocodile.
And then I think that you’ll agree
You didn’t know such things could be
Beside the river Nile.
He wore a coat of brilliant hue,
He’d trousers and a waistcoat, too;
Upon his head a hat;
His gloves were of the latest shade,
A neat umbrella he displayed –
Now, what do you think of that?
But even as I gazed in awe,
A stranger figure still I saw –
It would have made you smile –
For there approached with gown so neat,
With hat and feathers all complete,
A Lady Crocodile!
They greeted one another, then
Went arm in arm across the plain
Beside the river Nile.
I’ve searched, but ah! I’ve searched in vain,
I’ve never seen a trace again
Of either Crocodile!
PETER PIPER’S PEEP SHOW or All the Fun of the Fair
By S. H. Hamer
With Illustrations By: Lewis Baumer and Harry B. Neilson
Cassell And Company, Ltd.: London, Paris, New York & Melbourne. 1906.
The weather’s so severe, that it’s affected me just here,”
Said Mr. Jimbo, pointing to his chest;
“But though my cough is cruel, I’ll cure it with some gruel,
For of all the cures I’m sure it is the best.”