The news scimitar. (Memphis, Tenn.) 1907-1926, 1918-11-08
Copyright, 1918, by Mcclure New spa
per Syndicate
nY HOWARD n. GARIs.

Copyright, 1915, by Mcclure NeNspa-
per Syndicate
Uncle WiggiIy Longears the bunny
rabbit gentleman, was hopping along
one morning In tho meadows and fields,
~twinkling his pink nose and sort OF
looking for an adventure, when, all OF
H. sudden, he heard a voice speaking.
"Oh, dear" sighed tho voice Here
am. left all alone, with no one to
| care for me. oh, how unhappy | am,
| Lnever knew what 1t was to bc louc-
some before"
MY, That must DO some ono who
| has lost his way,'' thought Uncle Wig
gily, looking around. at can't be john
ME or Billie B%ushytail, the squirrel
| boys, who were here the other day
playing with their toy, trains of cars.
They know their "a out Of this mead.
| cw all right, I wonder who It can be-"
At first Uncle Wiggi)y could sec no
one, The squirrel boys we're not there.
They had taken their toy trains and
gone home, or else to school, perhaps.
And they had taken with them the red
sumach which Uncle Wigg'ly had shown
them how TO use for danger flags, as
| told YOU In the story before this one.
Who was calling so sadly asked
unrle Wiggily,
Il was" spoke a gentle voicc. but
looking around, Uncle Wtggily could
only see a bunch of bright yellow gold
| enrod growing in n fence corner.
Was that you?" asked the hulluy.
"It was" answered the bunch Of yell
low flowers.
WY are you SO sad?' asked Uncle
WjggiIN,
"Becausc I am like the last rose of
summer" was the answer, II am the
last bunch Of yellow gollcnrod Of the
fan lack Frost took all my friends
| away. hut ! guess he didn't see me be-
cause : Struggled down in The corner
Of the fence,
but | wish lack had taken me-. be-
cause now | am all alone. | don't want
to stay here, because I'm getting colder
| and colder all the while, OF course, |
seed, but. before | do that, ! wish |
could help some one to be happy. |
wish | could brighten up some dark
| corner, or be put into a vase and set
In = room where some one, who was
| tired and III. might see me"
you shalt have vour wish, Miss
| Goldeurod," said Uncle Wlgeily, 'Ill
pick You myself, and carry O to q
little lame rabbit girl | know, She can
not hop and run out to the fields as !
can, even II | have tho rheumatism,
and have to use a red, white and blue
striped barber pole CrutCh that Nurse
Jane gnawed for me out OF a corn
stalk, RI take You to the little lame
"S0h. that will he lovely" satS the
goldcnrod, Then | shall be happy. But
hope this little rabbit girl hasn't the
hay fever
what has that got to do with it?"
asked Uncle Wiggily,
well. YOU know my flowers are COW
cred with a yellow dust, or pollen, y
said Miss Goldenrod. "If some people
get my dust up their nose it makes
them ,sneeEe like anything il they
had the epizootic,"
Don't worry" laughed the bunny.
"This little rabbit girl hasn't the hay
fever. and shc'U be very glad to See
some flowers like you
Then Uncle Wiggily picked the last
goldenrod of the year and started with
Il toward the hurrow, or underground
house, of the lame rabbit girl, who was
a cousin Of Susie Littletsil,
All of a sudden, as Mr.. Longears was
walking along, carrying the eoldenrod,
out from behind a bush jumped q bad
old Cudgermaroon,
"Boolal Boolai Roo beloved the
Cudgermaroon. shaking his head like an
Asbury park sea lion. Now I've caught
you, Uncle Wiggily, | have you,'
What are You going to do with me?'
asked the bunny,
souse off your ears cried the bad
Cudgermaroon.
"Oh, dear, That must never be. That
would be terrible" said the Goldenrcd,
Then she gave herself a little shake in
Uncle Wtggily's paw. and she shook off
a lot OF her yellow, sneeZing. hay fever
dust right In he nose Of the Cudger-
maroon,
"oh, ker-choo, Ker-snitzio. Ker.
kush!' sueezed the bad chap, just as
the Pipsisewah had lone when he
shifted the snuff. And the Cudgerma.
room speezed SO rough that he almost
sneexed his head right off. Then he
ran away and didn't bother Uncle Wig.
gily, and the bunny thanked the golden.
rod very much He took the flowers Il