From the story “The Dancing Shoes.”
Once Upon a Time.
Edited by Katharine Lee Bates.
Illustrated by Margaret Evans Price.
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1921.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And then he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had another, and didn’t love her;
Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.
Mother Goose
Volland Popular Edition.
Edited by Eulalie Osgood Grover.
Illustrated by Frederick Richardson.
Published by P. F. Volland Company: New York, Chicago & Toronto. 1921.
THE HUT IN THE FOREST.
“I am a King’s son, and was bewitched by a wicked witch, and made to live in this forest, as an old gray-haired man; no one was allowed to be with me but my three attendants in the form of a cock, a hen, and a brindled cow. The spell was not to be broken until a girl came to us whose heart was so good that she showed herself full of love, not only towards mankind, but towards animals – and that thou hast done, and by thee at midnight we were set free, and the old hut in the forest was changed back again into my royal palace.”
Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Translated from the German By Margaret Hunt.
Illustrated By John B. Gruelle.
Cupples and Leon Company: New York. Ca 1914.
Once upon a time there was an old King who had only one daughter. He was very anxious that his daughter should marry, but while she was more beautiful than words can tell, she was so proud and rude that no man who came to woo her was good enough for her. She sent away one after another and even made fun of them to their faces.
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.
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away;
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady’s hire.
A Book of Nursery Rhymes.
Arranged by Charles Welsh.
Illustrated by Clara E. Atwood.
D. C. Heath & Co., Publishers: Boston, New York, Chicago. Ca 1901.
“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.
“Neither of you can wear it!” cried the page. “Are there any other ladies in the house?”
“No more ladies,” answered the sisters, “but there is a scullion maid, her feet, are much too large for the glass slipper though,” they laughed.
All About Cinderella.
Retold and Illustrations by John B. Gruelle.
Cupples & Leon Company: New York. 1916.
Dame Trot and her cat
Led a peaceable life,
When they were not troubled
With other folks’ strife.
When Dame had her dinner
Near Pussy would wait,
And was sure to receive
A nice piece from her plate.
A Book of Nursery Rhymes.
Arranged by Charles Welsh.
Illustrated by Clara E. Atwood.
D. C. Heath & Co., Publishers: Boston, New York, Chicago. Ca 1901.
THE SWINEHERD.
“Ask him,” said the princess, “if he will be satisfied with ten kisses from one of my ladies.”
“No, thank you,” said the swineherd: “ten kisses from the princess, or I will keep my pot.”
“That is tiresome,” said the princess. “But you must stand before me, so that nobody can see it.”
The ladies placed themselves in front of her and spread out their dresses, and she gave the swineherd ten kisses and received the pot.
Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1920.
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.
“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.
But once the little thing fell off a chair,
And put his shoulder out with that sad tumble;
The doctor set and bound it up with care,
While Puffy looked so very wan and humble.
One day he ran out in the street to play
With little friends (his Missis, who will warn her!)
He strays too far, – at last is borne away
By a bad man who lived just round the corner.
To his poor Missis none can comfort say,
Her grief by sighs and tears so plainly marking:
When he’d been gone a twelvemonth and a day,
Outside the door was heard familiar barking.
The Three Bears’ Picture Book.
Illustrated by Walter Crane.
George Routledge and Sons: London & New York.
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.
THE SAUCY BOY.
The good old man lay upon the floor crying; he was really shot in the heart. “Oh!” he cried, “what a naughty boy this Cupid is! I shall tell all the good children about this, so that they take care never to play with him, lest he hurt them.”
Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1920.
Button climbed up a tree. . .
He saw a large white goat was loitering behind as if looking for a chance to escape. But every time she did so the man who was driving them gave her a cut with a long-lash whip.
“Did you see that man strike her?” asked Billy Jr. in an angry voice. “He has struck her for the last time, for I shall break his back and butt him into the lake.” Like a shot from a gun Billy Jr. darted down the road.
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.
The yellow frog stood by Coralie in a sentimental way, and held her hand in his.
“Don’t you have any friends or companions at all?” asked Diantha.
Oh, yes, indeed,” said the mermaid. “See, your doll has found some of them. Clever people – dolls.”
Diantha looked down with astonishment. Coralie had slipped from her lap and was sitting at the edge of the pool. More, she was sitting almost in the pool!
And grouped about her were a number of frogs! She seemed to be having a very good time. She was smiling hard, at least. One green frog sat in front of her telling her a story, to which Coralie and the other frogs were listening eagerly, and a very good-looking, yellowish young frog stood by Coralie in a most sentimental way, and held her hand in his.
The Magical House of Zur.
By Mary Dickerson Donahey.
Barse & Hopkins: New York. 1914.
“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.
“TOADS AND DIAMONDS”
“Oh, sir,” replied the girl, “my mother has turned me out of doors.”
The Prince was amazed when he saw five pearls and diamonds fall shining from her mouth. “What does this mean?” he cried. “Tell me all that has happened.”
So with all manner of flowers and jewels slipping from her lips as she talked, she told him the whole story, and he fell in love with her while she was telling it.
ONCE UPON A TIME – A BOOK OF OLD-TIME FAIRY TALES.
Edited by Katharine Lee Bates.
Illustrated by Margaret Evans Price.
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1921.