New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 18, 1918, Page 5

P NEW BRITAIN DOAILY HERALL. A Music IT IS very important, really, that your dollies should be taught to sing and to like good music. A little doll who sings when she is working is nearly always a happy doll and so much pleasanter to live with. Besides, if you sing hard while You are doing a disagreeable piece of work, it makes the work much easier. Really! Try it yourself and see! News From Dolltown Patriotic dolls are not using motors these days. Those dolls fortunate enough to possess a carriage ride out each after- noon. But even coal carts and express wagons have been pressed into service. At a meeting last week Teddy Bear wae proclaimed Mayor, and he is so busy now that even his closest fi’ends have not seen him. At Home After a very strenuous season spent down in the library, Mr. and Mrs. Tiny »‘China Doll have returned to the nurgery. They were fortunate enough to get a(cozy flat on the third floor (I mean shelf) of the bookcase. Betsy Ann has made them a lovely box elevator and they expect to be very comfortable and happy. Dr. Dollby After all, Doctor Dollby did not need the extra help for those who overate them- eelves on Thanksgiving. No indeed! The dolls were inuch too patriotic to overeat. He did have some queer cases, though. For instance: Antoinette China Doll broke her front tooth on a piece of plaster die. Not only that, but it stuck in her mouth and Doctor Dollby had to pry it out. Then the Teddy Bear had a dreadful black eye where the turkey flew up and hit him when he was trying to carve it; and Martha Washington Rag Doll, as usual, fell into a soft custard pie and it has left a most unbeecoming yellow stain. The Doctor thinks he will have all the invalids up before next week—and as good as new. Paper Doll News Grandmother Paper Doll had a most an- noying thing happen to her. Some red ink was upset all over her hair and turned it to a fiery red. Now, who in the world ever heard of a red-haired grandmother? . It has placed her in a very embarrassing position. What would you do about it? The sky is sort-a grayish And the air is sort-a chill, It sort-a looks and feels like snow— T wonder if it will? (Maybe) “Won't you shine a little harder?” Said a pumpkin to the sun. #Tt is almost time for Hallowe’en And really, I'm not done!” | The Grand Army ONCE upon a time the little people in the woods decided to go to war. They had ’ been reading the papers that the two- legged folk left about when they came pienieking, and, as Grandfather Rabbit ex- plained, “It was the thing to do!” “But whom shall we fight?” asked little Tommy Squirrel. “You can’t have a war without an « enemy!” This puzzled old man Rabbit for a long time, but he never let on. “That comes later. Didn’t George Wash- ington himself say, ‘In times of peace pre- pare for war’?” he announced sternly. “This’ll bring us into trouble.” Johnny Owl closed one eye and shook his head backward and forward. “We have nothing to do with the ways of men!” But old Grandfather Rabbit stood on a tree stump and talked so long and loudly about the glories of battle that no one listened to Johnny Owl, and they were all for war at the earliest possible oment. “The first thing to do is to choose a neral!” he concluded, “and, as this war & my idea, I think I ought to be it!” Loud cheers greeted this modest remark, i Tommy Squirrel jumped up and made ‘\ .A\\ he rabiit subwav runs, yoy know, PHAGE EOR T T BY RUTH BOYSB Copyright, 191% by Public Ledger Co. MONDAY, PLUMLY THOMPSON The Paws and Claws Club IWAS talking to some little sheep in the Government employ a few weeks ago. They were very proud and would only speak a few minutes with me, and all the time we were talking together they had their heads up in the air and their chins drawn in like celebrities at a tea party. And no wonder! For these sheep take care of the White House lawn and asso- ciate every day with the famous folk of Washington. They keep the grass nibbled close, and as one of them remarked to me, “We add a great deal to the interest and beauty of the White House!” Then, as I didn’t have a high hat or a roll of State papers, they all looked at me pityingly and moved off in a dignified unhurried Washington amble. They really did look pretty, but I wish they had not been so proud, there was so much I wanted to ask them. = Down in Florida some years ago they caught the biggest baby I have ever heard of. It was a water baby, not like Tom though. No, indeed! It was a fish and it weighed 30,000 pounds, and had a tongue forty inches long. (What a talker it must have been!) And imagine a baby with several thou- sand teeth who thought nothing of eating a 1500-pound fish for breakfast! And all of this is true. This monster baby was captured at Knights Key, Flori- da, in 1902, after a terrible fight. It was mounted and is still on exhibit in Miami. It was not a whale and I am real sorry it was caught, because what a wonderful big fish it would have grown uy lo be. But perhaps it would have taken v ! the whole sea and spread out over the laud and that would never have done at all! This is a busy season for the squirrels. They are storing up nuts in the tree banks to draw on for winter supplies. Sometimes robbers break in and steal the nuts, just as they steal money from ow banks. Mostly "the robbers are BEARS. but, of course, there aren’t any bears around this part of the country to bother the little fellows, so they needn’t take out burglary insurance just yet. Puzzles With the Allies roasting Turkey and all the other exciting things going on this promises to be a record-breaking Thanks- giving. The Forgetful Poet says he sup- poses you are too busy to answer any difficult riddles, so he’ll just put in a few easy ones. ‘Why don’t little boys like pie? Why don’t little girls like turkey ? Why is a street like a crab? Why is some butter kept in barns? After that he says: Prayf, always know your a-b-c’s, And always dot your i’s; And if you mind your p’s and q’s The world will count you y's! Last week’s answers were: 1.Ham. 2. Swallow. 3. Canary. 4. Robin. 5. Chicken. Be not a procrastinator. Study now means profit later! of Good Fellows a fervent speech unanimously -electing Jonathan T. Rabbit as commander-in-chief of the Grand Army of Good-Wood Fellows. “With such a brave soul at our head victory is already assured!” he shouted, waving his paws as he had seen the pic- tured human creatures in the newspapers do. Jonathan swelled out his chest and look- ed off between the trees, then all at once something occurred to him. Tommy was launching into another pa- triotic outburst when old man Rabbit touched him gently on the arm. “Not at the head,” he whispered earnest- ly, “change it to tail. That’s old stuff having generals at the head. Nowadays they do it the other way.” “With this brave soul at our t=il,” Tom- my corrected hastily, “who will dare to face us!” Jonathan smiled in a pieased fashion and closed his eyes as Tommy praceeded with his speech. Several others of the company did the same, but they all woke up at the end, clapped loudly and war was declared on the spot. Next day training began in earnest. All the little rabbits were set to digging Iv has ite trams and morning jams, S papc nd switches. e e AND GIRLS Pink Mondays in Supposyville -“NOW 1 suppose that washing clothes Is quite a tedious matter, Causing no end of rubs and scrubs, Of muss and fuss and splatter.” Thus one fine day old Solomon Tremendous Wise observed. “Your perspicacity, my friend, Doth truly overwhelm,” The good King chuckled, “and what else Have you in mind, my man?” ““A lot of cheer is wasted here That ought to be conserved. “For as the good dames blue the clothes They seem to blue themselves, 3ir Solomon puffed out his chest. “Your Majesty, my plan “Is to divide the matter up Between the men and women; And when they’ve placed them crisp and clean And starched ypon the shelves, “They’re limp, and just an awful cramp Gets in; makes Monday blue and damp. No reason why a man should not Share up—he’s fond of swimmin 50 The King’s crown tumbled off. “My friend, That is a worthy plan. It settles like a fog upon us— Biue Monday, what a wrong *The good King laughed. “Perhaps,” said he, “You’ve thought us up A remedy!” “For one thing,” old Sir Solomon Remarked, “I've been a-thinking you’ve done us!” But don’t you think that washing clothes Is not quite fit for man?” “He wears ’em, don’t he?” Solomen Tremendous Wise commented ; And after quite a little talk The good old King consented. Now, every other Monday all The good dames take a rest, "Twould be a lot more sensible To use a cheerful pinking Instead of bluing, and Uve jars For the entire realm!” trenches all the way around that particular little wood. Jonathan had some good ideas, you must admit, and sitting upon his tree stump with a quill behind his ear directed the whole proceeding. The Squirrels were all decorated with maple leaves and dubbed majors in the observation corps. They scanned the country for signs of the enemy from their treetops and reported every few minutes to General Jonathan. All the birds who had not flown South at once enlisted in the aviation section; even Johnny Owl agreed, with his family, to attend to the night watch. The Woodpeckers being expert drillers were all made drill masters, and all the Rabbits who refused to dig trenchos were placed in the signal corps. You have no idea how convenient long ears are for wigwagging, and Jonathan worked out the most satisfactory code. The Tortoises, being armored, were im- mediately impressed into the infantry = d, as they were more protected behind than before, Jonathan insisted wupon their marching -backward. It was a little awk- ward at first, but they persevered and soon got the hang of it. The Skunks were, of course, placed in the gas division; the Porcupines in the artillery, and with a sctisfied sigh General Jonathan declared his army in readiness. They were so delighted, all the little A cave-in’s not uncemmon, And the other day a horse And the men-folk wash and pink the clothes, That is much the best Way out, I think. T wonder what Would happen, duck and dear, wood soldiers, that they forgot all about not having any enemy. And bless my heart and heels! one night about 5 o'clock the enemy came, sure enough—three of him. The majors in the observation corps sighted him first and chattered the news from tree to tree till it reached old Gen- eral Jonathan Rabbit, who immediately wigwagged the news to all the rest of the army. The tortoise infantry fell in backward, the gas corps went at the very head and after them, bristling with bravery, came the Porcupine artillery, and last of all, peering cautiously to the left and the right, the commander-in-chief himself. Overhead the aviators circled making such a to-do that the enemy looked up and before he could save himself had tumbled headlong into the trenches. There really were three—but in a war you always speak of the enemy as him. You understand ? Before he could pick himself up the gas division got busy. Ugh! Then the artil- lery let fly and the tortoises advanced backward. It wasn’t much of a battle, ’cause the enemy was so choked and taken aback that he retreated faster than the army could advance. General Jonathan got out of breath, so he called halt, and they did. It was a glorious victory, and that's a fact, and those three robber foxes never Trod too heavily upon the top— His foot went through, of course. 1f we should just insist they try ' did come back. It took them a whole hour to pull the porcupine quills out o’ their hides, and they’re still feeling the effects of the poison gas! Thanksgiving Dream I AST night as I entered the Town of Ji Sleep 1 saw the wonderfulest sight; A grand procession came marching by Through the yellow candlelight! A grand procession—oh, there, my dears! Were all the things we eat, Thanksgiving Day—and they marched away To a Sugar Band so sweet That as the music struck the air It turned into lollypops straightway there. The turkey stumped on his drum sticks, With his neck tucked under his wing, And T heard him say in a stuffy wer, T'm full of everything. The vegetables rode in their dishes As if they were Queens and Kings, ‘While behind like pages the olives skipped The fruit and other things. Two abreast the pumpkin pies Came winking their dozen slits for eyes. Plum pudding round as a cannon ball A-rolling and steaming behind them all, While after that in sixes and eights Marched the spoons and forks and the knives and plates. Now I wonder if you were there that night And saw them marching by candle light ? 1t seems to me I did get a peep 0f you boys and girls in the Town of Sleep. Song of a Chinaman ACHINAMAN gtood on the edge of the S e Singinfi " o “Ching 2 ling ling; oh, ching a ng lee!” There came up 2 Ling Lee LN B Kept ching a ling linging his song to the sea. typhoon, but Ching a2 “Enough!” cried the wind, “of these ching a ling loos!” 9 | So he jerked the gay Chinaman out of his shoes. His coat swelled out like a gaudy balloon And he flew like a bird for t awfual typhoon. But he still sang his song: “Oh, ching a ling lee,” p : Till he fell ching a long ching a lunk in the sea! The Rainy Day Horse FAR have we ridden at flyaway H O speed With a chair for a coach and a chair for a steed. With a heigh and a ho away over the prairie Of robbers and Indians one must be wary. But off to the prairie we'll go and not ming That Indians lurk and that wolves prowl behind, With jam for a cargo and. cookies galore We're off for the west that lies there by the door! Coming Events JUST sit and close My eyes And rows of cakes And pumpkin pies Go dancing past. Brown turkey wings And all the treats T ksgiving brings. TWO and two do not always make four. Sometimes they make trouble. Pshaw! Then it is too bad, isn’t it? Drfted.’ “GOOD-BY. you barnyard people, For I'm starting for the trenches!” Old Mr. Turkey gobbled. “Though, I say, this parting wrenches! “And if T lose my head to help The cause, I'm more than willing; Although tliere were no casualties, It caused a great delay, I'll do my bit and make a hit Without it—full of filling. “They need my wings and drumsticks, So, good-by, I'm on my way To beat that old Hun hunger For the boys’ Thanksgiving day!” And many Bunny business men Were late to work that day, |