Life — September 7, 1922 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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LIFE — SUNDAY EDITION lor the kiddies UNCLE WOBBLY’S BEDTIME STORY se ELL, kiddicums,” cried Uncle Wob- bly, looking around the circle of glowering little faces, “and what would you say if I were to tell you a story?” “Curtains!” chorused the shrill little voices. “All right, then, chickabiddies,” laughed Uncle, for he was never so happy as when he was boring his tiny friends, “I'll tell you all about the time that Abie Weasel came to the Acorn Inn. “My, oh my, what a wet night it was! The rain came pattering down just like so much water, and all the Little Woodsy Peo- ple had scurried home as fast as ever they could. Everybody was tucked into bed, ex- cept Abie Weasel. Abie had been making the rounds of the Funny Forest selling sus- penders, and, oh, how wet and cold he was when he knocked at the door of the Acorn | Inn, run by good old Daddy Chipmunk. Sure enough, after he had knocked for half an hour or so, Daddy put his head out and wanted to know what was the big idea. “Please, Daddy,’ begged Abie, ‘could you put me up for the night?’ “Old Daddy Chipmunk thought it all over for a minute. “‘Well, I tell you,’ he said, ‘we’re pretty full up here, on account of this convention we have on our hands, but if you aren’t too fussy, there is a bed that—’” But Uncle Wobbly’s kindly old voice was drowned out by the shuffling of tiny feet, as his winsome audience walked out on him. Auntie West-wind bore back the sound of eager little voices crying, “I kicked the slats out of my crib the first time I heard that one,” and “Who does he think he is, any- way,—Cabell ?” Uncle Wobbly laughed happily. “And to-morrow, _kiddie-widdies,” he chirped, “I’m going to tell you all the ‘story of how Johnny Dockrat played tennis with the Duchess.” KIDDIE KLUB KORNER Konducted by Aunt Sweetie The Kiddies’ Klub is growing so big that Aunt Sweetie is getting perfectly cockeyed trying to keep track of all her new nephews and nieces. Last month brought her three more, and the returns from up state are not in yet. The new little nephews and. nieces are Geraldine Smee, 1629 Ulna Avenue, East New York, Wallace (“Spike”) Creevey, Lozenge, L. I., and Philadelphia Jack O’Brien, this city. KLEVER KUT-OUTS FOR LITTLE BUSINESS MEN , Ry : yr We the Kiddies Krave ! Something to toy with during the conference hour Here's a real treat for the little ones who are grind- ing away ever so busily in their great, big, offices “down town!” *normous Klever Kut-Outs, that can be all pasted up on nice cardboard like the laundry puts in shirts—and mounted right up on safes and filing cabinets: and heaven knows what all! be inserted Figure B can uickly over Figure A whenever your wife comes tripping clippity-clippity into your office. And here are the fortunate prize-winners in last week’s Kiddie Klub Kontests! Mus- cle-dancing: First prize, (shaving mirror) Georgie Screech, age 39; second prize, (Ger- man mark) Marjorie Quigley, age 22. Cock- tail-shaking: First Prize; (cancelled cheque) Marcus Warmly, age 7; second prize, (sec- ond-hand kiddie kar) “Uncle Joe” Meigs, age 73. Come in on next week’s Kontests, kiddies! There will be Kompetitions in truck-driving, porch-climbing, and necking. And _ the prizes !—well, all Auntie can say is, “Try and get them!” Letters From Kiddie Klub Members Dear Aunt Sweetie—I am a little boy aged seven years old, and I have a kitten, and baseball bat, and a dead frog, and an express wagon named “Daisy,” and part of a wrench. I thought you would be glad to hear it. Hurray for the Kiddies’ Klub. I can’t tel you how much it has done to straighten me out during the past year. Your nephew, Herbie Douse. jurie: an a one-t girls No the starte was § whict perm. famoi to M An beat comicbooks.com