Life — July 17, 1924 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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“For a long time Skippy pondered over the idea of prowling around the sky carrying a satchelful of stars.” Skippy Joins the Kiddie Klub NNOUNCER: ‘ousin Gussie will Ik to her little Kiddie Klubbers.” 9 ° A (n Cousin Gussie: Wi “Good evening, little ak = Kiddie Klubbers. Se oe This Cousin Gussie promised to read some of the many, many letters she has received from Kiddie Klubbers, and of course Cousin Gussie never goes back on a promise. “You will remember that Cousin Gus- sie asked her little pets to write to her about the little woodland folk. The first letter is from Charles, who writes: ‘Dear Cousin Gussie: Them woodland folks I likes best is elephants and her- mits (are clephants and hermits, Charles) but if I had a million dollars I would buy a Battleship with my name in gold letters. “Lam afraid Charles idea of our little Kiddie pletely. Perhaps Charles was not listen- ing to what Cousin Gussie said about firearms on Wednesday last. ‘ousin Gussie sent out a number of Kiddie Klub buttons in return for ten cents in stamps, but Joseph has been entirely misled. This is what Joseph ‘Cousin Gussie: (No ‘dear’ or anything, just ‘Cousin Gussie!) You said when I had my button pinned on I could act as a guide to all dumb ani- mals. You are wrong, cousin, because when I tried to direct traffic up on the avenue, a great big cop give me a kick in the slats: Now what Cousin Gussie meant by ‘guide’ was not to direct traffic but kindness to the little animals in the woodland. Cousin Gussie will now evening missed the Klub com- writes : By Percy L. Crosby have to ask Joseph for the return of his button. “Next I have a letter from Maurice, who was greatly impressed with Cousin Gussie’s warning about the use of alco- hol and tobacco; however, I feel that he overstepped our Kiddie Klub Alma Mater when he gave a box of his father’s cigars to the iceman. “He pictured himself floating through space garbed in his official attire.” “The time is short, but I just know my little bunnies will love to hear what our little co-worker, Skippy, writes. He says: ‘Dear Cousin Gussie: I am very smart. I am only nine years old. The principal asked the class what the largest state was and nobody knew but me and I said Russia and he whispered to the teacher, “Very, very good! Bright boy! Oh, smart! Smart!” I have a lot of Sunday School tickets too, Cousin Gussie.’ “Skippy enclosed eight cents in stamps for one of our little buttons, thinking, perhaps, that the stamp on the envelope was counted in, so if he will forward a two-cent stamp, Cousin Gus- sie will mail a button. When Skippy goes to Heaven, Cousin Gussie is going to tell the angels to let him hang out all the stars for being such a good boy. Good night, my little pansies.” For a long time, Skippy pondered over the idea of prowling around the sky, carrying a satchelful of stars, but it left him cold as he thought that he would be without a gallery. He then pictured himself floating through space with pretty Marie at his side, but the image of himself garbed in his official attire sent the blood burning to his cheeks. He wondered about the possi- bility of dropping his wares on houses and burning whole towns. Concluding that somebody else would surely get the credit for it left him so sick at heart that he sent off the following note: Dear cusin gusy no you dont go tellin the angels ill go hanging out there stars be- cause wot have we got angels fore an beesides I woodent no mi way around, i dont mind rollin the moon out wuns in awhile tho if that aint taken an cani play adrum insted o f _. a harp. skippy p. s. Joseph seems like a’ regula gie does he get his ten cents back. comicbooks.com