The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1915-08-24

no carpet at all, but felt crumbly, Just
like cake.
Neither did the room seem to be in
place, for, instead of the walls, he
found he was looking out into a for
est of very queer trees The trunks
were all of brown gingerbread, for
he could see the molasses oozing out
for sap. The leaves were thick and
lheavy, and seemed to be sweetmeats,
just like his mother had in her china
jar.
Down below the gingerbread trees
was wide field of buns. Very pretty
they looked, shining golden in the sun
and dotted with raisins, swaying on
slender stalks. Clarence thought
Ehis looked very attractive, SO he
Started out to explore. Down the
lbrown-sugar road he ran, till at last
| he got to queer cottage made of
taffy. All its sides were polished
J candy, its window frames fashioned
of hard gumdrops; the legs of the
furniture were striped peppermint
sticks, and the seats chewing gum.
The round tops of the tables were
| cherry pies. Big pots of charlotte
russo sat all around the room like
rubber plants. But what attracted the
child's attention was a fountain which
SpOuted in the yard, fixing away in
3ubbles. This singing water came
| up through a spout, and all around it
were great mounds of pink and chloe
| Olate ice cream.
Clarence was hungry, so he took up
shell form the side of the fountain
and began to eat
Gee, but this is fine" he cried. Its
a really, truly ice cream soda foun-
tain, | can get all l want right here,
stuffed till he could hardly walk.
Then he walked into the bunfield and
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he walked around for several hours,
admiring the bushes, on which grew
chocolate cream drops, the big lakes
of strawberry jam, the patches of
sugar-cherry bushes and fences of
stick candy. Through the place
flowed a stream of maple syrup.
By sunset, Clarence was hungry
again, and again he filled upon ice
cream, cake and buns and candy
Then he lay down on a bed Of layer
cake, and went to sleep. Early in the
morning he was up, and made another
meal of cake, ice cream and candy,
but by this time he was beginning to
get a bit tired of this food. All the
morning he walked, but at noon he re-
turned to another dinner of candy,
cake and ice cream. By this time it
was growing awful, for he was really
hungry for real good food. How he
longed for dish of beans, a hot po-
tato and a slice of roast beef. A sau-
Ger of sliced tomatoes, with cold
ham, and hot, buttered biscuit would
have made him happy. But no, he
was in Candyland, and had nothing
else to live on the rest of his life
AS the sun dropped down in the
west Clarence threw himself down by
the side of the soda fountain. The
very sight of candy made him ill.,
"Ohi" he walled, 'if | could only |
get back on earth again, only one |
breakfast of hot cornbread, fried po- |
tatoes and hash"
Then he arose to his feet, for far |
down the forest rose the mellow tones |
of bell. Softly it's peals broke on |
his ear Then he opened his eyes, to |
find the maid holding the breakfast |
bell right over his head and the de- |
licious odor of stewed kidney, hot |
rolls and coffee Sitting into the room. |
And Clarence was a very happy boy |
to find he did not have to live in |
Candyland, but could get three good |
meals a day.