Muskogee Daily News (Muskogee, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 178, Ed. 1 Sunday, December 27, 1925 Page: 3 of 8
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STORY-LAND
TODAY IN
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JULIUS WON’T GET MUCH REST
By BAKER
as H's
here a
before
(9
01' dinky apples near the wait
DOLLY-DOO PLAYTOY CUTOUTS
They provide our ham and bacon,
Sausage, pork and kidney stew;
FM IN THE
PARLOR!
WHAT ARE
YOU DOING?
JULIUS-WHERE
ARC YOU?
WHAT- ON
THe SOFA ?
Just ease
are sitting
can reach
The ol' fanner useter come,
An' he brung his rusty gun,
I'd git skeered an' run an' hide,
’Cause I knew it held a ball.
Then he'd tell my dear ol’ Dad
That he thought me awful bad
Jest because I’d hook a few
Gee! the greatest sport of all
In swipin' apples near the wall.
I’M
RESTIN'
A real duck met a wooden duck.
And said, "Don't look so prim,
For I am sure you are so dumb
You cannot even swiml”
And io it is with boys and girls,
Each has his different view;
So let ’s not sneer at others, but
Oive credit where it’s due.
When you and I are sound asleep,
And cannot hear a single peep,
The buildings that have stood all day
Unbend and dance and sing and play.
The tall skyscrapers swing and sway
And cut up Jinks In every way;
But when morn comes, at first crow,
Back to their upright lives they go.
While their tails make dandy corkscrews
And their ears silk purses, too.
I kin see that ol* man yet,
lie was mad, all through yo* bet!
Gee! the naughty words he sed
An' the way he'd at me bawl.
Sure I guess we’re good friends now.
Though he alters will allow
That I hadn’t oughter stole
His darned ol' apples near the wall.
Said the wooden duck to the real duck,
"This may be as you say,
When the apples useter fall
On the ground, beside the wall,
I enuk out an' swiped a few
Like Daddy ses he useter do.
Then the farmer's dog would come
An' he'd chase me (Jest in fun).
“Johnny, what’s the biggest butter-
fly in existence?”
“I guess, teacher. It must be the
behemoth that the Bible tells about.”
"Well, then, I'd climb a tree."
“Let mo see you climb that tree
before a coyote could get you,”
pointing to a big pine tree, it's low-
est limb 20 feet from the ground.
"But I'd run down to that little
pepper there."
“And what would the coyote be
doing meantime?”
This made him look serious. "Come
on, fellers." he said at length, "let's
look a little farther."
They had reached the school build-
ing when the leader turned. "Could
a coyote get us if wc was inside these
brick walls?” he asked.
"Not unless you made a hole for
him.
Gladys has big blue eyes and the prettiest shade of golden hair you ever saw so she would look well in dresses to match her
eyes, don’t you think so? You see she has three new ones and a dream of a little cape that completely covers her. See how pretty
you can paint her dresses or else you might use your crayons. Paste the pictures on thin cardboard and bend back the little taps,
and you'll see how Gladys looks when she is ready to go out.
<sJU5T SUPPOSE I COULD RIDE. HIM WAY UP THERE ON HIGH
I’D TASS THE TALL TREE TORS ABOVE THE CHURCH DOME
AND I’D VftVE TO THE BIRDS AND TO MOTHER AT HOHL
Mr. Monk 8 Experience
The monk, a society guy,
Said: "Railroading I'm going to try,
'Twill give me some grit."
It did—quite a bit—
When a cinder flew into his eye.
Swipin’ Apples Near the
Wall
Cap’ll Billy and the
Coyote
Mr. Elephant Enthusiastic
The elephant jumped in the spray,
And shouted: "Hooray, Monk! Hooray!
The water is flne,
It's the ocean for mine,
One can be in the swim every day.' *
“Could ho go through the win-
dow?”
"No.”
1 heard no more from them nnd
was deep in meditation when a
tremulous small voice said In my
ear: “Cap'n Billy Is up In the wood-
shed and can't get down. He says,
please, sir, come and help him
down.”
“I can't get down,” he cried, with
a suspicion of tears in his voice.
"Pshaw, Billy, you can always get
down- fall down. The hard thing is
to get
“But
bard,” he wailed.
I could just reach his feet.
"Now, Billy,” said 1, “If you fall
I'm going to catch you.
yourself down until you
up.
the stone down there Is so
Pigs sing very high soprano,
Running up at times to C.
And it sounds quite like the static
When two wave lengths disagree.
NOT on that
ORAMO CARPET ’ '
An Old Indian
I saw him dip the moonlight up,
Each paddle took a golden sup.
His bonnet made of feathers bright,
In the clear stream threw varied
light.
His copper tinted feature stay
Like real bronze. No dimples play,
The ripples break—they leave no
trace
As smiles die out on mother's face.
W here find dear scenes like In this
pool,
When all the Indians go to school?
him down,
around my
"Ah, Billy,
we men are just like you. We boast
and swagger around and tell what
brave things we are going to do, but
when we get in a tight spot we kneel
to the Infinite Intelligence and beg
Him to help us down.”
Natural History For Children: Pigs
Pigs are always well upholstered
In a bristly kind of plush;
They have legs at every corner
And they love to stand in slush.
DUCK’S WISDOM (Courtesy Philadelphia Recqsd)
But I’ve a trick you cannot do,
You cannot roll away I”
I WAS sitting under the big pines
of the high school campus when
three small figures suddenly con-
fronted me. They were clad pre-
cisely alike—blue overalls and a
shirt—while the leader bore In bis
left hand a small handbag (which I
later conjectured bore his week's
stock of provisions), had a thick
coat over bis arm and flourished in
bis right hand a loLg pine silver
whittled down to a sharp point in
semblance of a sword.
There was fire In his eye as he
said, "We’re a goin' to camp here:
goin' to camp out a week.”
"Oh," said I. “You'll all be crying
for your mothers as soon
dark.”
"No slree. Goin’ to camp
week.”
"The coyotes'll eat you
morning.”
"Nope, I'll stick ’em with this
sword. Stick 'em, take off their
hides and sell 'em."
"That? That wouldn't tickle their
ribs."
9
3
NO!
fve
ROLLED
IT UP!
NO! ON
THE
FLOOR!
on tt
lat
bea
m; then I
you.”
He
did
so,
and I lifted
As I
felt
his
soft arm
neck
I said
to myself:
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Held, Carl W. Muskogee Daily News (Muskogee, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 178, Ed. 1 Sunday, December 27, 1925, newspaper, December 27, 1925; Muskogee, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1597989/m1/3/: accessed July 9, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.