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Maryland State Archives Jeffersonian, Towson, Maryland mdsa_sc3410_1_81-0061 Enlarge and print image (5M) |
| Unde Wiggily's Adventures Oowrfffht, 19$4, Vy The McCliu* Newspaper Syndicate. Trade-Mark Registered. CROQUET IS A GAME THAT'S FUNNY, IF PLAYED BY SOME OLD, FUZZY BUNNY. THE BALLS GO "WHIZZ I" AS THE MALLET KNOCKS. HITTING THE BOB CAT AND THE FOX? Text by HOWARD R. GARIS Author of the Famous UNCLE WIOGILY BEDTIME STORIES Pictured by LANG CAMPBELL i Hopping out one day, to seek an adventure, Uncle Wlggily heard some queer, hammering noises. "I wonder if that is a woodpecker bird drilling holes in a tree?" the rabbit asked himself. He hopped on a little farther and saw Mrs. Twistytail and Aunt Lettie playing croquet. "Here's a good shot'" bleated the goat lady. "Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" grunted the lady pig. "Come to and play with us. If s k>ts of fun'" ifofc^ 3. Uncle Wlggily jumped the fence and joined the animal ladies playing Croquet on the lawn- "Here's a mallet. Uncle Wiggijy, see if you can hit the ball," bleated Aunt Lettie. The rabbit took good aim. Then, all of a sudden, he forgot he was playing croquet, and thought it was golf. He banged the ball as hard as he could "Ouch!" cried Aunj Lettie. "Be careful'" grunted Mrs. Twistytail But it was too late 3. "Dear me, Aunt Lettie, I'm afraicj I hit your cried the bunny as he heard the thud of his ball. "I'm afraid you did," said the lady goat "However, accidents will happen when you are learning croquet Try again." Uncle Wiggily thought he would try a new way. He drove the ball between his hind legs. Mrs Twistytail was right in the way. "Zingi" went the ball on her nose "Baa-a-a»" cried Aunt Lettie 4. Uncle Wiggily was very sorry that his. croquet ball hit Mrs. Twistytail as well as Aunt Lettie. The goat lady, being nervous, nearly struck the rabbit with her mallet. "I know how to stop the ball from lying wild and-hitting you," said the bunny. "How?" asked Aunt Lettie. "Fll tie a string to the ball and fasten the other end of the string to t*peg to the ground," said the rabbit "It can only go so far." 5. "Now 1 can play croquet much better," said Uncle Wiggily as he twinkled his pink nose "Watch me." He put the ball, with the pegged-string fast to, it, on the ground. The bunny raised his mallet. Then, again, he forgot that he was playing crqquet and imagined it was gelt I" he struck the ball Away it flew, and so hard and so fast that it broke the string It also broke the window—zip I '"f§8 "/'i li Uli tin i f / (I / / (i; 6. "Dear me!" cried Uncle Wiggily as he heard the crash of glass. "I'll never learn how to play croquet." The ladies smiled and Aunt Lettie bleated: "We'll show you how, Uncle Wiggily. You sit on the fence and watch us hit the balls. The bunny hopped up on the fence. The pig and goat ladies knocked the balls, but they must have thought they were playing baseball "Look out, Uncle Wiggily!" they cried. 7. Neither Uncle Wiggily, nor the animal ladies, thought that the balls which they hit would fly up in the air that way But the bunny gentleman was quick. "Watch me I" he cried, and he put up his paws, catering a hall in each one. But the balls were so heavy, and flew so fast, that Uncle Wiggily was knocked backwards off the fence. "Now is our chance Jo get him!" barked the Fox to the Bob Cat "Come on I" 8. Uncle Wiggily turned a somersault over the fence, landed on his paws and still held the croquet balls. As he stood up he saw the Bob Cat and pox rushing to him. "Oh, look at the bad chaps!" bleated Aunt Lettie. "Have they come to play croquet ?" grunted Mrs. Twistytail. "If they have 1 don't like it!" The Bob Cat smiled and said: "We don't want to play croquet We want to nibble Uncle Wiggily's ears!" 9. All of a sudden Uncle Wiggily whirled around and struck the croquet balls. Up they flew. " 1 m glad 1 ,know how to play golf!" cried the bunny, as one heavy wooden bali hit the Bob Cat and the other the Fox "Wowzie wow!" howled the bad chap "What kind of a game do you call this?" Uncle Wiggily laughed as the animal ladies danced fdr joy "It's a ball game and your run!" cried the rabbit And if the umbrella doesn't: turn inside out, so the rain drops tickle its ribs and make it laugh, the next picturea and story will be about UNCLE WIGGILY PLAYING TJENNJ& fland State Archives mdsa |