“Something New In The Way of Breakfast Food.”
Written and Illustrated by Milo Winter.
Houghton Mifflin Company: Boston & New York. 1912.
“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.
There was an old woman lived under the hill,
And if she’s not gone she lives there still.
Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies,
And she’s the old woman that never told lies.
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.
“Come, now, don’t give me any of your tomato sauce.”
. . . “A boy threw my favorite sister at a cat last week and I have never been able to abide boys since; and, come to think of it you look like that boy.”
“Oh! no, sir, it wasn’t I,” said Billy, frightened. “I – I’ve only just come.”
. . . hundreds of other tomatoes, not quite so large as the first one it is true, but large enough to frighten Billy, were shaking their heads at him threateningly.
But Billy plucked up his courage and said in a voice that was a wee bit shaky, “Come, now, don’t give me any of your tomato sauce; if you’re not careful I’ll squash you.”
By W. W. Denslow and Dudley A Bragdon.
Pictures by Denslow.
G. W. Dillingham Co. Publishers: New York. 1906.
THE CAT AND THE HARE.
“Puss, puss!” said Tiny, going up to the sleeping beauty, “good morning to you.” “Oh, good morning; how are you?” replied Puss, “I really did not see you, for I was half asleep after being up all night at a mouse party.”
“Indeed,” said Tiny, “was it amusing?” “Yes, to me,” said the Cat slyly, with a very slight wink, “not to them.” “Ah! I understand,” said Tiny. “Oh, Puss, Puss!” “Did you call me?” said a pert young Hare, peeping out from under a large leaved plant. “You,” said the Cat, looking down with contempt – “you, Puss.” “Yes, indeed, I am called Puss in the highest circles,” sharply replied the Hare.
“You are a gipsey, a mere country tramp,” replied the Cat, “without any claim to honest Cat-hood; where is your tail, friend? Cat, indeed!” “Tail! Pooh!” said the Hare, “that would be of very little use to me, but just look at my lovely ears; pray, where are yours?” The Cat did not deign to reply, but rubbed her nose with her paw.
“You talk to me!” said the Hare, pertly. “I, who am sought after by the highest people in the land, and am often at their tables! I live at large on my own estate, as good a gentleman as any of them; whilst you, are a short-eared, long-tailed servant, living upon the mice, or anything, you can catch; and not good for any known dish, when you are dead! Ha, ha, ha! Puss, indeed! You are a mouse trap.” So saying, he struck his foot smartly upon the ground, and trotted away.
Tiny and Her Vanity.
McLoughlin Bros.: New York. 1892.