Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-09-19
Children s Evening Story

ing horns, that make a sound like Il
circus performance. III.
They were all there and there were
lots of soldiers and horses and wag-
ons filled with flowers to nut on the
graves Of the. soldiers. who we're So
brave that they didn't mind going to
70 war to night for their country,
though war is a terrible thing. ,s..
Then the march began, and Uncle
I Wiggily, and Percivals stepped out as
| brave as anyone in all the parade. Oh
how fine they looked! and, when they
marched past, all the animal people,
and some real boys and girls, and
papas and mammas clapped thefy
hands and cried "Hurrah!1'' at the
sight of the old gentleman rabbit limp.
Ing along on his crutch, with the dog
soldier marching beside him.
Who knews," whispered Percival
to Uncle Wiggily, who knows but
what you may discover your fortune
Well, that was fine parade. But
something happened I was afraid,
but I'll tell you all about it, and you
can see for yourself whether or not /
was right. y..
All of sudden one man, with a big
horn-7-a horn large. enough to put a
loaf Of mothers bread down inside the
noisy end-all of sudden this man
blew terrible t-"Umpty-umpty,
Umph!' My, what noise he made on,
that horn.
Now, right in front Of this man was
a little boy, duck riding on pony.
Yes, you've guessed who he was-ile
was Jimmy Wibblewobble. And when
that man blew the loud blast, the pony
was fri ghtened, and ran away with
Jimmie on his back. - ". {, I :, /, S
Faster and faster ran the pony, and
Jimmie Wibblewobble chung to his
back, fearing every moment he would
be thrown of. In, and out among the
people, and animals in the parade, in
and out, and from one side to another
Of the street ran the frightened pony.
oh, poor Jimmie will be killed."
cried Percival
"a "No, he will not, for L will save
him shouted Uncle Wiggily. SO that
brave rabbit got right out to where he
saw Munchie Trot. the little pony boy.
Let me jump on your back,
Munchie," said Uncle Wiggily, and
then We'll race after that runaway
pony and grab, of poor Jimmie. And
run as fast as you, can, Munchie!"
~ certainly will!'' cried Munchte
So Uncle Wiggily got on Munchie's
back and away they started after the
runaway pony. g s}'= ."
Faster and faster ran Munchie, and,
by this time the other little horsie was
getting tired Jimmie was still cling
ing to his back, and asking him not to
run sofast, but the pony was so fright
ened he didn't listen to the duck boy
Then, just as he was going to run
into a hot peanut wagon and maybe
toss Jimmie off into the red hot roast
er, all at once Uncle Wiggily, on
Munchie's back. galloped up alongside
Of the runaway pony. And as quick as
you can drink glass of lemonade,
Uncle Wiggily grabbed Jimmie up on
Munchie's back beside him, and so
saved the duck boys life And then
the runaway pony stopped short, all
of a sudden, and didn't bump into the
hot peanut wagon, after all, and he
was sorry he had run away, and scared
folks. ' ',S f'- IL
Then the Decoration day parade
went on and everyone said how brave
Uncle Wiggily was. But he hadn't yet
found his fortune, and so in the story
after this in case our front porch
doesn't run away, and take the back
steps with It, so have to sleep on the
doormat, I'll tell you about Uncle Wig.
gily in the fountain.