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Maryland State Archives Jeffersonian, Towson, Maryland mdsa_sc3410_1_81-0258 Enlarge and print image (5M) |
| &OM "¦ '¦" illim mtmmtmSHm U— ¦!¦ IN «¦¦>¦¦¦« #«ra Unde Wiggily's Adventures Copyright, 1924, &!/ Tfte AfcC7we Newspaper Syndicate. Trade-Mark' Registered. IF FEATHERS MAKE AN INDIAN, THEN ON SOME LADIES' HATS, THERE MUST BE MANY REDMEN—NOW WHAT DO VOU THINK OF THAT ? ASK UNCLE WIGGILY. Text by HOWARD R. GARIS Author of the Famous UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIES Pictured by LANG CAMPBELL !. Uncle Wlgglly was out looking for an adventure one day, when he heard a noise like: "Gobble-obble-obble!" And then he heard a noise like: "Quee! Quee! Squee-gee!" The rabbit gentleman twinkled his pink nose, and, looking around the corner of a bush he saw Curly and Floppy, the two piggie boys, chasing the turkey gobbler. "Don't do that!" cried the rabbit. "We want feathers!" squealed the pigs. 2. "Stop chasing Mr. Gobble Obble!" cried Uncle Wiggily, and when the piggie boys had stopped, Mr. Longears made them sit down on a log. "Why did you chase my turkey friend ?" asked the bunny, as the little piggie boys looked sad. "We wanted to get some of his feathers so we could dress up like Indians and play Wild West!" answered Floppy. "If it's feathers you want, come with me," gobbled the turkey. 3. 'Will vou give us some feathers so we can play Indian?" asked Floppy. "Yes," answered the gobbler bird. "Around my coop are many loose feathers you may have. Don't pull any more from my tail." While the gobbler led the piggies away, Uncle Wiggily found a picture book the squealers had been reading. "Ho! Ho!" laughed the rabbit. "I'm going to dress up like an Indian and scare Nurse Jane[" 4. Taking the picture book with him, so he would know how to dress like a Wild 1 idian, Uncle Wiggily hopped along to go to the place where- he might find some of the gobbler's loose feathers. Half way there the bunny saw two goat friends of his unloading a heavy barrel of molasses. The goats grunted and bleated. "Do you want any help?" asked the bunny. "Better get out of the waytM cried a goat. 5. Uncle Wiggily was going to help the goats get the barrel of molasses 01T the wagon, when, suddenly a rope slipped and the barrel burst. "Look out!" shouted a goat, but it was too late. The molasses spattered all over the bunny. "Is this a new kind of bath you arc taking, Uncle Wiggily?" grunted Mr. Twistytail. The pig was.taking home a bag of feathers for his wife. "Oh, gazinka!" cried the bunny. 6. While Uncle Wiggily was being covered with the sticky molasses, off in the woods the Fox and the Bob Cat were watching thejr little boys play ball. "1 am hungry," barked the Fox. "So ani I!" snarled the Bob Cat. "If we could catch Uncle Wiggily!" Up spoke the little Bob Cat boy. ago," he said. "I saw Uncle Wiggily hopping along the path not long 'Come on!" barked the Fox, "we'll catch that rabbit!'' 7. Feeling himself covered with sticky molasses, Uncle Wiggily wanted a bath very much. "I'm going to run home and jump into a tub of water!" he cried, as he hopped away. But his foot slipped in a puddle of molasses, and he bumped into Mr. Twistytail and the bag of bed feather. The pig gentleman dropped the bag, it opened aiv' the feathers scattered all over the sticky rabbit. He was covered with them. I ^ mM 8. "Oh, you look too funti) for anything!" laughed Mr. Twistytai". Though the goats lost some molasses, they chuckled. "Do I look like an Indian now?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "You surely do!" grunted the pig. "Then I'll play a joke on Nurse Jane!" laughed thr rabbit. As he was hopping alone followed by the goats and pig, ihe Bad Chaps appeared'. "Wow!" they howled. "Don't hurt us, Mr. Indian!" £-26-24 9. Not knowing Uncle Wiggily in his queer dress of feathers, the Fox and Bob Cat, thinking j.e was after them, ran away. "Ha! Ha!" laughed the bunny. "It they didn't know me, Nurse Jane won't, that's sure!" So he went on to the hollow stump bungalow. "Oh, a Wild Indian will Cfttch me!" cried Nurse Jane. But when the little Pig Indians danced around the bunny, she knew everything was all right. ~1 And if the shoe horn doesn't play a tune in the middle of the night and wake up the alarm clock, the next pictures and story wiw !•« about UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE BARBER SHOP. ryland State Archives mdsa_sc3410_1_81-0258.jpg |