The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1917-06-23
Grandmother Cray's
Story Corner

Poor Jimmie G. was SO tired Of
being quarantined he couldn't
think Of anything to do but lie on
the couch and thrash around like
roaring sealion.
"Oh. grandmother" he groaned,
81 wish l was a green elephant in
the middle of circus tent, and
then l guess l wouldn't be quaran-
tined for the measles"
NO" answered Grandmother
Gray, "but there would be cross
old keeper there poking you be-
hind the ears with sharp stick,
and making you do things lots
worse than staying in the house.
You better think of something
else"
well, then" began Jimmie once
more. holding one leg straight up
in the. air and trying to touch the
bottom of a picture. with his toe,
Il wish was an Arab way out
in the middle OF the biggest desert
on earth, and then | guess l would
not be quarantined for the old
measles
NO. answered Grandmother
Gray, "but you would be SO thirsty
and hot that you'd wish mighty
hard that you we're back in good
old Indiana, especially when 1t
grew dark and the panthers would
come creeping up all around you,
and their eyes would shine like
balls Of fire in the night, and
they'd scream. SO you better think
OF something else"
We'll, then" said Jimmie. toss
ing from side to side as he tried
hts best to think of something that
would be perfectly happy without
one single drawback, Il wish was
king Of ell the fairies, and didn't
have to do anything for a whole
month but just what wanted to,
and then l guess ! wouldn't even
know anything about the measles. ;"
Pm not so sure about that"
answered Grandmother Gray shak-
ing her head, haven't you ever
heard about the terrible disease
that fairies have that's considered
even worse by them than the
measles? lisa disease that even
boys and girls get pretty badly
sometimes but it is never as fatal
with them as 1t is with the poor
fairies"
mo, never heard about it,"
said Jimmie, sitting up and grow
ing interested at once, what is It?
Have / exer had it,"
"Yes, think you have touch Of
it now" answered grandmother,
very seriously. Because, you seea
it is called the Rggety-wiggles."
"The figgety-wiggles," said jim
mic G. Whats that?"
"Oh, the figgety-wiggles is very
deadly disease with the poor fair
ies," began Grandmother Gray
WHICH, q ldHy 10 ldhcu Win IAlS
malady, the little prickley spots of
fggety.w;ggles break out all over,
and the poor invalid has to keep
shut up in the most strict Quaran-
tine until 1t Is all over, or else this
trouble spreads rapidly to all the
other fairies, and they even bring
it to boys and girls. Did ! ever
tell you about the time when o.
mer, the prince Of the fairies, got
the fggety-wiggles?"
mo. Tell me-" urged Jimmie.
Well" began the story-teller,
"once upon time there was a
little prince in fairyland named
Ozmer who wanted to have a good
time with the other little boy fair
les, but his mother told him that
he could do anything he wanted to,
as long as he didn't let one morn
ing go by without watering the
flowers with dew, since that was
his special duty.
so as soon as vacation began,
he started in sprinkling all their
flowers in fairyland with dew the
first thing in the early morning.
But one day, Punerline, the little
mischief maker among the fairies.
came up to Ozmer and said, DO