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.
Walking With Friends!
We Talked Pleasantly.
PETER PIPER’S PEEP SHOW or All the Fun of the Fair
Written by S. H. Hamer.
Illustrations by Lewis Baumer and Harry B. Neilson.
Cassell And Company, Ltd.: London, Paris, New York & Melbourne. 1906.
Shave A Pig!
“Barber, Barber, Shave a Pig.”
Barber, barber, shave a pig;
How many hairs will make a wig?
“Four and twenty, that’s enough,”
Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.
“Sneeze on Monday.”
Sneeze on Monday, sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on Wednesday, receive a letter;
Sneeze on Thursday, something better;
Sneeze on Friday, expect sorrow;
Sneeze on Saturday, joy to-morrow.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.
At Sea!
The Rover.
Animal Antics.
Louis Wain.
Illustration by Felix Leigh.
S. W. Partridge & Co: London. Ca 1900-1910.
Pig In A Pear Tree!
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o’clock, and went off for the pears, hoping to get back before the wolf came. But he had further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was getting down from it he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said, “What! are you here before me? are they nice pears?” “Yes, very,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down one;” and he threw it so far that while the wolf was going to pick it up, the little pig jumped down and ran home.
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The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
Jimmie’s Happy Veterans Day!
“Jimmie,” said his brother Tom, as he gave the fish to his mamma, “let’s play we are sailors. We can use mamma’s tubs for boats, and fasten our flags onto them.”
“All right, Tom,” returned Jimmie, “we will play the tubs are battleships, and that we are the captains, and we can pretend to shoot big cannons at each other.”
This was great fun, and went along nicely until Jimmie got so excited that he tipped over his boat, and then there was a great squealing.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy.
By Marjorie Manners
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
DANGER!
Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would eat up the little pig, and he would get down the chimney after him.
The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
Pig Tails!
“A Long Tail’d Pig.”
A long-tail’d pig, or a short-tail’d pig,
Or a pig with e’er a tail,
A sow-pig, or a boar pig,
Or a pig with a cruly tail.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.
Piggy Only Travels First Class!
Piggy wants a parlor car all to himself. He won’t travel in a cattle train with low company.
Funny Stories About Funny People.
Illustrations by J. G. Francis, J. C. Shepherd, F. J. Merrill, Palmer Cox, George F. Barnes and Others.
National Publishing Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1905.
Sing From The Heart!
“THE SONG WAS ‘THREE BLIND MICE.’ ”
From the story “The Extraordinary Adventures of Dicker and Me.”
Chapter IV. – The Concert – And How Dicker Played a Trick.
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.
The Loser Beat His Pig!
“Won Easily by a Length”
Slowly they began to creep up – now they were only half a length behind, now they were only a nose behind, now they were level, now they were gaining – now they were ahead! Sandy Jimmy began to get very angry, and pulled out a little whip and started beating Mr. Algernon Daubs Esquire as hard as he could.
That settled it! Mr. Algernon Daubs Esquire was so surprised and angry, and hot and tired, that he gave up directly, and Dicker and Major Porker won easily by a length.
From the story “The Extraordinary Adventures of Dicker and Me.”
Chapter V. – The Great Race – Won by a Length
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.
Bad at Badminton!
“I HAD A COMFORTABLE SEAT ON THE WALL.”
. . . and Dicker sat beside me.
Presently they began, and it was one of the funniest things I ever saw – to watch Augustus Ham jumping up and down trying to hit a shuttlecock; he couldn’t play the least little bit; why, even Major Porker couldn’t help smiling
From the story “The Extraordinary Adventures of Dicker and Me.”
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.
Gone Fishing With Jimmie!
“I don’t believe there are any fish here, after all,” he said, after half an hour, during which he caught nothing.
No sooner had he said this, than he caught a little sun fish.
Before the morning was half gone, he had enough fish for dinner.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy.
By Marjorie Manners
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
Special Paints!
“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.
Lost – Strayed or Stolen!
“The Welsh Rabbit took another bite of toasted bread, and sobbed aloud.”
Paul opened the door and saw a strange sight. Ted’s Noah’s Ark was standing in the centre of the room, and all the animals were trotting about as they pleased.
[Sign] “Lost – Strayed or Stolen, A Wooden Japheth. Inquire Within.”
From the Story: “ARKONAUTIC EXPEDITION.”
In The Miz.
Written by Grace E. Ward.
Illustrations by Clara E. Atwood.
Little, Brown, & Co.: Boston. 1904.
Huff And Puff!
Presently a wolf came along and knocked at the door, and said, — “little pig, little pig, let me come in!”
To which the pig answered, — “No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”
This made the wolf angry, and he said, — “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”
The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
Ate The Little Pig Up!
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down and then ate up the little pig.
The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
Beautiful Pig!
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety, jig.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
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.
Please Man!
. . . met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him, “Please man, give me that straw to build me a house;” which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it.
The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
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.
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.
Mother Loves You! Now Get Out!
Once upon a time there was an old pig, with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortunes.
The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
The Little Pig Rock’d The Cradle!
“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.
Third Little Pig At The Fair!
At The Fair!
The next day the wolf came again, and said to the little pig, “Little pig there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon; will you go?”
“Oh yes,” said the pig, “I will be glad to go; what time will you be ready?”
The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
A Wild Ride!
Old Boar, Piglets and a Wild Ride!
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
Rather Nervous!
“They were all rather nervous.”
. . . just at that moment a voice from behind the fence said, “Well my goodness gracious! Pretty goings on, I must say! Pepper-and-Salt come down this very minute, or I’ll know the reason why!”
They did come down, but not exactly as they had intended to do, for they all tumbled flop in a heap on the floor, amid squeals and howls from the audience.
PETER PIPER’S PEEP SHOW or All the Fun of the Fair
Written by S. H. Hamer.
Illustrations by Lewis Baumer and Harry B. Neilson.
Cassell And Company, Ltd.: London, Paris, New York & Melbourne. 1906.
Jimmie Dressed Up To Make Believe He Is A Lady Going Calling!
Jimmie decides he does not like being a lady!
“Just the thing!” he cried. “I’ll dress up and make believe to be a lady going calling.”
So he dressed up in his sister’s clothes and went for a walk as far as the meadow, where he plucked a handful of daisies.
“I don’t like being a lady,” said Jimmie, “for I can’t make any noise.”
So he ran back to the house and threw off his fine clothes.
“I’ll play soldier,” he said, “and beat my drum, and make lots of noise.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy
By Marjorie Manners.
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
Eat, Beat, Cry!
“Away He Run”
Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,
Stole a pig, and away he run;
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.
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.
Was Jimmie Piggy Bad? Or A Boy?
Jimmie Piggy
It was a sad little Pig that took his place on the stool in the corner of the school-room. And when his little sister Mary slipped into the room, and wrote upon the black-board behind him, “Jimmie is a bad boy,” he could hardly keep from crying.
Jimmie was not a bad Pig, and was not used to being punished. He did not like to be teased, either.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy
By Marjorie Manners
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
Baby Food For The Wild Boar’s Piglets!
“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.
Billy is not a Stink Pot – Polly Attacked!
Billy Whiskers in the Movies.
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Paul Hawthorne.
The Saafield Publishing Company: Akron, Ohio and New York. 1921.
“Polly, seeing she was safe, began to screech again, but only got as far as ‘Stink p-o-t!’ When with a bound Billy was after her again, and this time as he ran he gave a jump and bounded up high enough to knock the cage off its hook . . .”
Circe’s Palace – Bad party behavior?
Circe’s Palace
Tanglewood Tales
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Illustrated By: Milo Winter
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1913
Whatever little fault they might find with the dishes, they sat at dinner a prodigiously long while; and it would really have made you ashamed to see how they swilled down the liquor and gobbled up the food. They sat on golden thrones, to be sure; but they behaved like pigs in a sty; and, if they had had their wits about them, they might have guessed that this was the opinion of their beautiful hostess and her maidens. It brings a blush to my face to rekcon up, in my own mind, what mountains of meat and pudding, and what gallons of wine, these two and twenty guzzlers and gormandizers ate and drank. They forgot all about their homes, and their wives and children, and all about Ulysses, and everything else, except this banquet, at which they wanted to keep feasting forever. But at length they began to give over, from mere incapacity to hold any more.
“That last bit of fat is too much for me,” said one.
“And I have not room for another morsel,” said his next neighbor, heaving a sigh. “What a pity! My appetite is as sharp as ever.”
In short, they all left off eating, and leaned back on their thrones, with such a stupid and helpless aspect as made them ridiculous to behold. When their hostess saw this, she laughed aloud; so did her four damsels; so did the two and twenty serving men that bore dishes, and their two and twenty fellows who poured out the wine. And the louder they laughed, the more stupid and helpless did the two and twenty gormandizers look. Then the beautiful woman took her stand in the middle of the saloon, and stretching out a slender rod (it had been all the while in her hand, although they never noticed it till this moment), she turned it from one guest to another, until each had felt it pointed at himself. Beautiful as her face was, and though there was a smile on it, it looked just as wicked and mischievous as the ugliest serpent that ever was seen; and fat-witted as the voyagers had made themselves, they began to suspect that they had fallen into the power of an evil-minded enchantress.
“Wretches,” cried she, “you have abused a lady’s hospitality; and in this princely saloon your behavior has been suited to a hog-pen. You are already swine in everything but human form, which you disgrace, and which I myself should be ashamed to keep a moment longer, were you to share it with me. But it will require only the slightest exercise of magic to make the exterior conform to the hoggish disposition. Assume your proper shapes, gormandizers, and be gone to the sty!”
Uttering these last words, she waved her wand; and stamping her foot imperiously, each of the guests was struck aghast at beholding, instead of his comrades in human shape, one and twenty hogs sitting on the same number of golden thrones. Each man (as he still supposed himself to be) essayed to give a cry of surprise, but found that he could merely grunt, and that, in a word, he was just such another beast as his companions. It looked so intolerably absurd to see hogs on cushioned thrones, that they made haste to wallow down upon all fours, like other swine. They tried to groan and beg for mercy, but forthwith emitted the most awful grunting and squealing that ever came out of swinish throats. They would have wrung their hands in despair, but, attempting to do so, grew all the more desperate for seeing themselves squatted on their hams, and pawing the air with their fore trotters. Dear me! What pendulous ears they had! What little red eyes, half buried in fat! And what long snouts instead of Grecian noses!
But brutes as they certainly were, they yet had enough human nature in them to be shocked at their own hideousness; and still intending to groan, they uttered a viler grunt and squeal than before. So harsh and ear-piercing it was, that you would have fancied a butcher was sticking his knife into each of their throats, or, at the very least, that somebody was pulling every hog by his funny little twist of a tail.
“Be gone to your sty!” cried the enchantress, giving them some smart stokes with her wand . . .
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