The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1917-08-16
Bedtime Stories
Uncle wiggiIy Plays Barber.
BY HOWARD r. CARS

Uncle WiggiIy Plays Barber.
"Well. are you all ready. Uncle Wig
gily Longears?" asked Nurse Jane
Fuzzy wuzzy. the muskrat lady house.
keeper, as she stood out on the porch
of the hollow stump bungalow one
day.
.All ready for what-dinner?
asked the rabbit gentleman.
"Oh, don't you remember?" went on
Nurse Jane You promised to go
calling on Mrs. Wibblewobble, the
duck lady. this afternoon. Don't tell
me you've forgotten and are going Off
in the woods looking for an adven-
ture,"
well. was" slowly said Uncle
Wiggily. II had forgotten. But 1t Is
not too late 1 viii go to see Mira.
wibbiewobble with you, Nurse Jane,
Only first / must go to the barber
| shop"
what for?" asked the muskrat
lady.
Il need to have my whiskers
trimmed 1 do not look pretty when
I am not shaved. l would not want
Mrs. Wibblewobble to see me like
this
cant you shave yourseIf?" asked
Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. I'm sure you
can. Just rub some lather on your
! whiskers the way the barber does and
shave yourself LII wait IOf you.
i "All right, I'll try it,. said Uncle
| Wiggily. So up to the bath room he
went, and. taking his brush. he made
lot of white. foamy lather with a
! cake of soap.
Uncle Wiggily was going to rub the
soapsuds on his face to make the
whiskers come off more easily when
he cut them with his sharp knife
razor.
This is better than going to a bar
Der shop" said the bunny rabbit to
| himself as he spread the lather. on his
whiskers and began to shave.
Are you almost ready?" called
Nurse Jane from outside on the porch
of the hollow stump bungalow where
she was waiting.
Almost ready" answered Uncle
Wiggily. "I'll be down in a-Whew.
Wuff, Oh. my!" he suddenly cried.
What's the natter" asked Nurse
Jane.
when 1 opened my mouth just now
to talk to you my brush slipped, and
a lot of soapy lather got my
tongue!' answered the bunny. "Wug.
How bitter it tastes. l mustn't talk
any more when I'm shaving"
So he kept quiet cut off the rest
of his whiskers and he had just fin
ished washing the soap off his face,
when,> all of sudden, up the stairs.
thru the back door, which Nurse Jane
had forgotten to lock, came a bad old
fox.
"Ah hal" jabbered the fox. 81 see
you are here waiting for me-
Not exactly" answered the hnnny
Z rabbit. I'm going to Mrs. Wibble-
wobble's with Nurse jane
| "Oh. hoi No, you're not" laughed
the fox. You're here and here you'll
stay until l carry you OFF to my den.
And don't think you can get away
from me, either" he added. locking
the bath room door.
Poor Uncle Wip1ilv didp,t
what to do. He looked out of the
window. 1t was too high up to jump.
He didn't want to call Nurse Jane to
drive the fox away for fear the bad
creature might hurt the muskrat
lady.
AT last have caught you" said
the fox.
1T begins to look So" said Uncle
Wiggily. And then, as he looked at
the long whiskers on the fox the
bunny said:
oh, Mr.. Fox! You never would
think of taking me away until you
mad shaved, would you? | wouldn't
like to be seen with you while you
nave all that fuzzy beard on"
On, you're too stylsh." barked
the fox. However. I'll let you shave
me if you'll be quick. But, mind YOU
NO fair cutting me with the razor
If you do I'll bite You.
- won cut you, promised Uncle
i wiggily. So he lathered his brush
wen and began to spread the soaD all
! over the whiskers of the fox. who
had sat down in a chair In front Of
the bath room looking glass T
DO you like this soapy iatFaer m
. using?" asked Uncle WIggiiy, era fly
: like.
; oh. it does very we'll" spoke the
fox, indifferently. And, no sooner
had he opened his mouth to 81 eak
than into it Uncle WiggiIy popped
the shaving brush soap suds la.her
and all.
, "Oh. wow. Cuff, BIurb. wazookie,"
gurSled the fox. What a bitter
taste!' and with his mouth fun OF
soap he jumped out of the bath room
window to run away and get a big
drink of water at the brook So he
didn't hurt the bunny after all.
Then Mr.. Longears, nicely shaved.
went calling with Nurse Jane. very
glad indeed that he had played bar
/, per- And IL the pear tree doesn't
jump over into the apple orchard and
. pretend it has strawberry short
. cake to play tag with, III tell YOU
next about Uncle wiggily and the
rake--tCopyright, 1917, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.)