Abandoned.
From the story “HANSEL AND GRETHEL.”
Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Translated from the German By Margaret Hunt.
Illustrated By John B. Gruelle.
Cupples and Leon Company: New York. Ca 1914.
Lady Winter
Lady Winter clothed in ermine
On the North Wind gallops in,
Over crystal bridges bright,
Over carpets snowy white.
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See the North Wind snorting, prancing,
Scare the leaves that, romping, dancing,
Cease their merriment and play
And hurrying, scurrying, run away.
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A Year With the Fairies.
Written by Anna M. Scott.
Illustrations by M. T. (Penny) Ross.
P. F. Volland & Co.: Chicago, U.S.A. 1914.
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going, I couldn’t but ask her,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,
“Whither, O whither, O whither so high?”
“To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!”
“Shall I go with you? “Aye, by-and-by.”
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.
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.
“The old dame combed her hair.”
As she combed little Gerda’s hair, the child thought less and less of Kay, for the old lady was a witch. She did not harm people, however, but used her power only to amuse herself.
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From the story “The Snow Queen.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
“Puss speaks words of comfort to his Master.”
There was once an old miller who had three sons, and after his death his property was divided among them. . .
But the third son fared the worst of all, for all that fell to his share was a cat, and that was about as good, he thought, as nothing at all.
He sat down to think in what way he could earn a living, and bemoaned his fate with bitter sighs and tears.
“What shall I do?” he cried aloud. “If I kill the cat and sell his skin, that won’t go far toward keeping me out of the poor-house! Oh, how much worse I am off than my brothers!”
The cat sat near his master and heard every word he said; and when he paused for a moment, Puss came forward, and in a clear voice said: “Dear master, do not be so cast down. If you’ll give me a pair of boots and a game-bag you shall have no cause for complaint.”
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From the story “Puss In Boots.”
LITTLE FOLKS STORIES.
Illustration by R. Andre (1867).
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1888.
But Orson threw the Green Knight down, and bound him with a chain,
And set the lady free; both brothers then start off to gain
The Green Knight’s castle-gates – two roaring lions keep guard there,
But down they crouched when they beheld the brothers void of fear.
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From the story “Valentine And Orson”
The Three Bears’ Picture Book.
Illustrated by Walter Crane.
George Routledge and Sons: London & New York.
“I WENT OVER TO LOOK AT HIS PAINT-BOX”
“Dear, dear! My lad has put too much carrot in this time.” And he began to mix his paints in a great hurry, while the Lady Pig simpered and smiled, and said.
“Oh, Mr. Daubs, you are a funny fellow!”
When he had finished, I went over to look at his paint-box, for I had never heard of anyone using carrots to paint with before, and I thought he must have made a mistake, and had meant Carmine or Crimson Lake, or Yellow Ochre, or Green Bice, or one of the proper paints; but there it was in a dear little tube, labeled “Finest Carrot,” and there was another tube of “Turnip,” and one of “Mangold-Wurzel,” and one of “Parsnip,” and altogether they were the funniest paints I had ever seen.
Story: The Extraordinary Adventures of Dicker and Me.
Chapter III. – The Portrait-Painter.
PETER PIPER’S PEEP SHOW or All the Fun of the Fair.
Written by S. H. Hamer.
With Illustrations by Lewis Baumer and Harry B. Neilson.
Cassell And Company, Ltd.: London, Paris, New York & Melbourne. 1906.
“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.
THE GOLDEN GOOSE.
. . . she seized the goose by the wing, but her finger and hand remained sticking fast to it.
The second came soon afterwards, thinking only of how she might get a feather for herself, but she had scarcely touched her sister than she was held fast.
At last the third also came with the like intent, and the others screamed out, “Keep away; for goodness’ sake keep away!” But she did not understand why she was to keep away. “The others are there,” she thought, “I may as well be there too,” and ran to them; but as soon as she had touched her sister, she remained sticking fast to her.
Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Translated from the German By Margaret Hunt.
Illustrated By John B. Gruelle.
Cupples and Leon Company: New York. Ca 1914.
“Old Mother Goose.”
And then the gold egg was thrown into the sea,
When Jack he jumped in, and got it back presently.
The knave got the goose, which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once his pockets to fill.
Jack’s mother came in, and caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back, flew up to the moon.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.
June’s Visit
My Beetles in trappings of green brushed with gold
Bring with joy all the treasures my carriage can hold.
And thousands of flowers for the children I strew,
With Plenty for brides and sweet graduates too.
Attended with strains from Sir Cricket’s wee band
I scattered my posies with prodigal hand;
I regret that my sojourn on earth must end soon,
But each year you may look for a visit from June.
A Year With the Fairies.
Written by Anna M. Scott.
Illustrations by M. T. (Penny) Ross.
P. F. Volland & Co.: Chicago, U.S.A. 1914.
“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.
“That will I do,” said Jack.
. . . at last they arrived at the abode of the enchanter Galligantua. And as the door was guarded by two ferocious griffins, Jack put on his coat of darkness and marched through without the least fear, for of course the griffins could not see him; and when he got inside he saw an enormous horn, upon which was written: “Whoever can this trumpet blow, shall cause the giant’s overthrow.”
“That will I do,” said Jack, and he blew a tremendous blast that made the castle walls shake. The griffins fell down dead, and then helter-skelter through the great hall rushed a group of terrified animals. All were Princes and Princesses who had been changed into animals by the enchanter Galligantua. Last of all came a beautiful gazelle and a young deer. When these two saw Jack they fawned on him, and followed him till he came to a small study. Here he found the enchanter and cut off his head with his sharp sword, and as he did so, the deer and the gazelle turned into two beautiful sisters.
Jack The Giant Killer.
W. B. Conkey Company: New York. 1898.
Now, in that land there dwelt a man, the Green Knight he was called,
Who by his strength and magic arts a lady fair enthralled,
And kept in prison dark and strong, and none could set her free;
Not even Valentine prevailed, with all his bravery.
From the Story “Valentine and Orson.”
The Three Bears’ Picture Book.
Illustrated by Walter Crane.
George Routledge and Sons: London & New York.
“She plucked with her own soft hands the ugly stinging-nettles.”
“Do you see these stinging-nettles which I have in my hand? There are many of the same kind growing round the cave where you are sleeping; only those that grow there or on the graves in the churchyard are of use – remember that! You must pluck them, although they will sting your hands; you must trample on the nettles with your feet, and get yarn from them; and with this yarn you must weave eleven shirts with long sleeves.”
“If these are thrown over the eleven wild swans, the spell will be broken. But mark this: from the moment that you begin your work till it is ended, even should it take you years, you must not speak a word. The first word that escapes your lips will fall like a dagger into the hearts of your brothers. Their lives hang on your tongue. Mark well all this!”
As the fairy took her leave, she touched Elise’s hands with a nettle. This made them burn like fire, and caused her to wake. . .
From the story “The Wild Swans.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
Written by William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
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.
“TOM THUMB & THE FAIRY TAILORS”
One summer morning when the wee baby was only a few days old, the queen of the fairies flew in at the window of the room where he lay. She touched his cheek lightly with a butterfly kiss and gave him the name of Tom Thumb. She then ordered her fairy tailors to make for Tom a wonderful suit, his hat of an oak leaf, his shirt of a spider’s web, his jacket of thistledown, his trousers of apple-rind, and his shoes of the skin of a mouse, nicely tanned, with the hair inside.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
Edited by Katharine Lee Bates.
Illustrated by Margaret Evans Price.
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1921.
THE EDGE OF TOWN
The grape-arbor with its cool green leaves and long twisty vines and roots was an ideal place to play Dragon in. If you stretched your imagination just a little bit you could find fierce and fiery Dragons in the scaly gnarled roots of the vines.
Billy Popgun.
Written and Illustrated by Milo Winter.
Houghton Mifflin Company: Boston & New York. 1912.
The Mayday Dance.
The Fairies dance with song and shout,
And some trip in and some trip out
Around a Dandelion tall
Whene’er they hold their Mayday ball.
Swinging, swinging, see them bend,
Hear their voices sweetly blend
With the silvery fairy strains
While they weave their Daisy chains.
A YEAR WITH THE FAIRIES.
Written by Anna M. Scott.
Illustrations by M. T. Ross.
Published by P. F. Volland & Co.: Chicago. 1914.
“Away flew the trunk into the clouds.”
. . . and, lo! away flew the trunk with him up the chimney, high into the clouds. On and on he flew, higher and higher. The bottom of the trunk gave a great crack, which rather frightened him, for if it had broken in two a pretty fall he would have had!
However, it came down safely, and he found himself in a country called Turkey. He hid the trunk under a heap of dry leaves in a wood, and walked into the town close by. He could do this quite well, for, among the Turks, everybody went about clad as he was, in dressing gown and slippers.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
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.
FURBALL
“. . . I shall want, besides, a coat made of a thousand different kinds of fur. Every animal in the kingdom must give a part of his skin to make that coat.”
ONCE UPON A TIME – A BOOK OF OLD-TIME FAIRY TALES.
From the Story “Furball.”
Edited by Katharine Lee Bates.
Illustrated by Margaret Evans Price.
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1921.
“She saw at her feet, instead of the poor beast, a handsome prince.”
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (From the French tale by Madame Gabrielle de Villeneuve)
Fairy Tales Every Child Should Know
Edited by: Hamilton Wright Mabie.
Illustrated and Decorated by: Mary Hamilton Fry.
George Sully & Company: New York. 1915.