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Show BEDTIME STORIES By HOWARD K. GARIS IGGILY AND SAMMIE'S 6f: SHOOTERS 7 'ht, 1922. by Met 'lure Nws- a ' papt i Syndic ate fl f Howard 11 Cans) J e! Hi Sammie boy" called fln the .' mill- niie day. 3 . LittleUil, the rabbit boy, Jown hie tall ears, so they how so plainly above the and crouched amid the dried ' jjjnd Samruie to hiraseir. "that fc Woozle Wolf or the Fuzzy bring to a.-k r v.-here t'nclo Is, and I'm ii"' (,n!rig to tell , air," and Sanimle looked Ve. (Bnmie! Ho, aiuniie boj ' ifJJVoice again And when the tibit ebaii IimiR,, ovrr Hie tup log he saw Uncle Wiggil rfUld no li.-nl annual Sannnie glad. ainl i auie hopping over J tov. ai 1 1 I. Is urn ! ijajniniie,' M i I "ii). i iplnk nose Ju -1 I In- Ii- ' :-l ll ejpf a twinkle id. w-.c , 'are Eg anywhere special this Xn just sort of hopping jK woods," the rabbit bi' an Pit's a little too earb to go and if I i.i. i -"ii"' ': 1 boyF, I il pi w :rj i,r raar-,hem.' raar-,hem.' jrottld you like to to the 5 me1 ' ,x' ,. i nt h Ylgsil HtO." answered S;i in in : Bany one did anylhinu in: fjentleman he gavt them u wwo cents. Bui Sannnie the storp for noihing for Bars. "What du vqu want, tTgH.v?" Sanimle asked don't exacti) want any if as the answer. "In fact, IT , the store v. ill be loi Be. Sin . pi up i, i i prom-Bet prom-Bet (Irandtai In-r f'.oospj ( Ian 2 and if I un in i!p- tore I him. I rnoughl maybe ffor up' and let me il here fg until (Irandfather tioosey Ules along " B to fri ' ' " i .-. i .ri (or ; on " Kile af.- t.ii cet a pound oi sugar," begged jfgih lid I rinfi it Ip-io in wait inw ;i nd h"i . a p.-nn Jdf. But don't get late for Sammie said he wouldn't, and of i be ! hopped through the wooas and pet the SUgar for I'ncle WJggiiy, or. rather, for Nufae Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy. the muekrat lady housekeeper. On his way back Sammie happened : to pass a place where grw an ttlder j ! berry bush Now the stalks were only cohered with the first green leaves of' spring. But soon there would be white, , blossoms, and later clusters of dark I purple berries. "I 11 make myself a little shooter be-j fore I take this sugar to Uncle Wig-gily," Wig-gily," thought Sammie "I'll make a little water shooter, but I won t play with It in school or the lady mouse teacher might take it away from me. But I'll make a shooter just the same." . Putting the bag of sugar down in a safe place, Sammie gnawed off a piece of alderberry stalk This stalk was; filled with soft, white pith, and with a thin stick Sammie easily pushed this pith out, so hejiad a hollow tube, like a putty or heun blowers. Next Sammie gnawed off a lon. ihin stick that Just fitted inside the hollow stalk. And now I hae a water shooter." exclaimed Sammie. his pink nose twinkling twin-kling almost as fast as did Uncle Wig-glly'B. Wig-glly'B. The rabbit boy found a puddle of water, and putting one end of the hollow hol-low alderberry stalk in the water, h? i pulled up on the thin stick. This sucked some water up in the hollow nil"- Then 03 pushing down on the stick, the water squirted out the end of the hollow stalk, spraying in a stream like that from a baby fire ei-glne ei-glne "Ah, my shooter works." cried Sammie. Sam-mie. "But I had better hurry to ( in le WlggUy with this sugar, and I mustn't get it wei As the rablui buy hopped near to the I log where he had left Uncle Wiggily. the rabbit bo saw that Mr. Longears bad fallen asleep, waiting for (irandpa Goosey, who hadn't yet arrhod "I'll leave the iugar on the log near him and hop to school, thought Sam mle. And he was just going to do this Without awakening Uncle Wiggily. when, all of a sudden, out of the I bushes crept the bad Bob Cat. "Ah, now tor some good ear nib- ! bles." snarjed the cat "Ear nibbles from Uncle Wiggily! I guess no indeed. Not while I have my ly be filled his alderbeny slalk squirt ; i-'un with water from a mud puddle 1 hushing on the sthk Sammie sent a; 1 1 in of muddy water straight into! the eyes of the Bob Cat. "Oh, wow! Oh, who made it rain all of a sudden''" howled the cat. j "I did," laughed Sammie, shooting j .-ome more, until the bad chap was jglad enough to run awn. not hurting the bunny at all. "My goodness. I didn't mean to go to sleep." exdninmed Uncle Wiggily, he opened his eyes "It's lucky you i had that shooter. Sammie. Here's an Other penny for you. I guesa I won't Walt for Orandpa Goosey" Then the! bunny hopped away to his bungalow 1 ,with the sugar, and Sammie went 011 to school, and the Bob Cat went to sit in the sun and dry his eyes So everything happened for the best, and if the clock doesn't strike Hickory Dlckory L'ock, the little mouse, when lie runs up to pla tag with the pen- i dulum. I'll tell you next about Uncle! w Lffgily and Toddle's mud pies. 00 Income tax fell off $200,000,000. We predict a hoi summer for the tariff inakers. |