Judge — July 23, 1921 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Henman Pacwer Timmy Tinker’s Adventure By Mantuet IMMY TINKER was a night elf, about as big as a gumdrop and about the same shape. He had more than his share of curiosity. He was so inquisi- tive that the night- elves no longer called him Timmy Tinker, his real name. They called him Timmy Nosey. Howe “Hetio, You! Can You Ficut?” crawl into the oak stumps. “All right,” replied Timmy. “I’m com- ing. Just a sec- ond.” But—he stayed a wee second too long, and pop! There came the sun over the tree tops. “Ooie,” gasped Timmy. “If the sun ever shines on me I'll turn into a big gray frog. I shall have to get out of here in a hurry.” He plumped down on his little fat knees in the shade of a big stone where it was “Well, how am I to know things if I don’t ask,” de- manded Timmy. Drawn by CHaRue “How am I ever to realize my ambition to get on in the world? When a person has only the hours of the dark to work in he has to make use of all his time.’ For in the long ago the night elves were allowed to work and play only during the night. By day they had to crawl into the old oak stumps and go to sleep. So they found it pretty hard to get acquainted with the other inhabitants of the enchanted forest. But bit by bit Timmy Tinker the inquisitive grew to know some- thing about the creatures that went about during the day. He knew what an eagle was like, also a duck. More than that, one fine day just at sunrise he saw a real horse. My, Timmy was excited! He never forgot how that horse went galloping down the road as though he had wings on his hoofs. But to go back to my story, one night Timmy was hopping about looking under stones and the backs of logs to see if he could find some trace of the day creatures. Every time he stooped over and straight- ened up he went “uggh-puff-uggh!”” He was so very plump. Bimeby the other elves shouted to him: “Ir THAT AIN’T A FUNNY FELLER,” PIPED A WISE LITTLE MONK; Hvcues “Come on, Timmy Nosey. It is getting sparkly.” They meant that the sun was begin- ning to shine and that it was time to Drawn by Ronent James Matone Breakinc Tue Trarric Ruzes. 30 “IN THE PLACE OF HIS SMELLER HE ToTEs A BIG TRUNK!”. still quite dark. For he had to think. Did you know that when the night elves think they wiggle their toes, and the harder they think the faster they wiggle? Well, Timmy sat their wiggling his toes faster and faster. And presently he stuck his toes right through a fairy cobweb curtain. “Oh, my,” groaned Timmy. “This is my unlucky day. Some fairy is certainly going to scold me.” He looked closer and there was a tiny diamond sign, Queen Wob- nair’s Palace. “My goodness gracious,” squealed Timmy Tinker. “I’ve been looking for a fairy-queen’s palace. I’m going in.” By that time the sun was begin- ning to shine back of the big stone, so he had to hurry. He crawled right through the tiny doorway back of the curtain and went rolling bumpity-bump down a long stait- way, until bang! he hit another door at the foot of the stairs. “Squeak!”” exclaimed the door in surprise and flew right open. “If you are in such a hurry, why roll right in.” (For in Queen Wobnair’s Palace, everything could talk.) “T'm in,” grunted Timmy.