The news scimitar. (Memphis, Tenn.) 1907-1926, 1918-11-29
Copyright, 1918, by Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)
BY HOWARD r, GARIs

bf HOWARD r. GARlS,
How do you feel. today, Uncle Wig
glly asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy,
the muskrat lady h~ousekeeper of the
bunny rabbit gentleman, one morning,
why, l feel just fine!" he cried, with
ms PINK. nose twinkling so fast that it
looked like a milkman winking at a cat,
i feel so fine, since Thanksgiving, that
bles If l had to-"
Then you're good and strong, are
ycuF, asked Nurse Jane, and Uncle
Wiggily never saw a funny little smile
come over his housekeeper's face until
trio bell.
Good and strong! I should say SOL
exclaimed the bunny.
That's good" said Nurse Jane, and
she smiled some more. Then perhaps
your clean the cellar for me. 1t needs
TO be put in order before Christmas,
glad" wy
"Oh! I'm! Dear me, SUI dud!N cried
the bunny, dubious like. "Oh. yes. Of
course The cellar. Well, Of course, I'll
Then he looked at Nurse Jane and
laughed; He saw what a pickle he had
made of himself-a regular bit of spiced
cabbage, so to speak-by saying how
strong he was.
But Mr. Longears was not one to go
III AA9 WIN, 81 Ito put OH dl ola
suit Of clothes, and found an old cap
tor MS head, instead of his tall, shiny
SIX nat, n then, putting his red.
white ana blue striped rheumatism
crutch up on the clock down he started
into the cellar Of his hollow stump bun-
galow,
We'll, this place certainly needs
cleaning" said Uncle Wiggily, as he
looked around the cellar.
Ot course, | don't say his cellar was
any worse than mine is-or was-for
l cleaned mine last week., but at the
same time Nurse Jane knew what she
was talking about. There was plenty
to be done in the basement under the
hollow stump bungalow.
Uncle Wiggily pitched right In. He
moved out old boxes and trunks and
rolls of carpet and mating, and he
found things that had been so carefully
put away that no one ever would have
discovered them If the cellar hadn't
been cleaned.
Once he was In the thick of It, Mr..
Longears rather enjoyed it.
I'll make his cellar look as nice as
self.
So he swept and he set things back,
and the coal dust and the floor dust
nd the ashes and cinders got all over
Aim and on his face. He didn't mind
his clothes so much, as they were old
ones, just good for cleaning cellars. But
the dust, getting on his nose and cheeks
and eyes, sort of made them tickle, and
VIXEN he rubbed the places with his
paws-well, you get my meaning,
dare say: Uncle Wiggily looked quite
unlike himself.
He was In the middle Of cleaning the
cellar, and he had just rubbed a nice,
big, black smudge Of dirt on the end
of his pink nose when all of a sudden
a voice called at the back cellar door:
Uncle Wiggily, are you down there2''
why, yes" answered the bunny, and
his voice sounded sort of muffled like
and far away, as, just then, he had his
head down In a barrel Of last years
sawdust, Who are you and what do
o want?" he asked.
please come here and you'll find
out" was the answer.
N"Oh, l s'pose it's Johnnie or Billie
Bushytail, n Of the squirrel boys,
wanting me to come up and play with
them, but / can't" said the bunny tc
himself, as he took his head out Of the
barrel and walked toward the door.
No sooner had he reached it, and
thrust out his head, than he saw the
bad old Pipsisewah standing there
ready to grab him. But the PIpsisewah
no sooner saw Uncle Wiggily, with his
old suit on, and his face covered with
smudges and SWITCHES of dirt and ashes
than the unpleasant creature cried:
"Oh, 1 made a mlstakel Oh, please