Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1920-10-28
UNCLE WIGGIIIY AND THE
WALKING DOLL.

Once upon a time, when Uncle
Wlgglly was out walking in the
woods, not far from his hollow
stump bungalow, he heard a voice,
singing, as it We're this little song:
Now | skip and now | hop,
Next | do a flippy flop,
But soon | must hurry home.
For It's time my hair to comb"
Uncle Wiggily stopped, looked
and listened, just as it tells you to
do at railroad crossing where the
choo choo cars puff along.
Il wonder who that is?" said
the bunny gentleman to himself.
1T cannot be any of the animal
children, for they would speak of
cOmbing their fur or feathers, un-
less it might be Munchie Trot, the
pony boys, and he hardly ever
combs his hair. | wonder
But just then Uncle Wiggily
heard a voice crying;
"Oh, dear, I'm caught fast! oh,
my foot is caught and | can't get
loose? oh, what shall | do? Cora
Janet will be so surprised when
she looks in my carriage and finds
that I'm gone! oh, l never should
have come out by myself"
This is very strange" said the
bunny rabbit.
Uncle Wiggily looked around the
corner of a mulberry bush. and
there he saw what at first he
thought was a little girl, with blue
eyes and golden hair, caught fast
under a log that had rolled on her
feet. But when he looked a sec
ond time, Mr.. Longears saws that
the creature was a large doll. And
the funny part of it was she seemed
to be moving about, trying to get
her feet loose. And she was saying:
"Oh who will help me? Who will
help me?"
Il will, of COURSE" cried Uncle
Wiggily, who was brave and kind,
as usual. Il will help you," said
the bunny rabbit. but it is very
strange to see a doll that can walk
and talk"
well, I am that kind of a doll"
was the answer. When Cora
Janet, the little girl who owns me,
winds up the springs inside me, |
can walk and talk. Today she
wound me up, and when she wasn't
looking l thought l would run
away and have an adventure. SO
did, but now l wish l hadn't. For
this log rolled on my feet, and |
cannot get loose. And, just as l
sang in the song, it is time | went
home and had my hair combed. oh
dear! What shall l do?''
I'll get you loose, so you may
walk home" spoke Uncle Wiggily.
And then, with his red, white and
blue striped rheumatism crutch,
the bunny gentleman rolled the log
off the feet of the walking doll, so
she could travel on again.
"Oh, thank you so much, Uncle
Wiggily," she called to him. IF
ever l can do you a favor | will"
The bunny gentleman hardly
thought doll, even If she did walk
and talk, could ever do him a ia
vor, but you just wait and see.
That same afternoon, when the
bunny gentleman was on his way
home from the store, with some
soap suds bubbles for Nurse Jane
to wash the clothes, he heard in
the woods another voice crying, and
it was saying: ....+.
ooh, dear! Oh, poor Squeakie-
Eekie! What shall l do! 1t was
all my fault! oh, dear me. SUI
dud!"
MY goodness" exclaimed Uncle
This is more trouble, If !
have guessed right. And it sounds
like friends of mine. l must see
what / can do to help"
So the bunny gentleman looked
between the sassa fras and the null
berry bushes, and there he say SUI
sic Littletail, the rabbit girl. stand
ing near Squakie- Eekie, the tiny
cousin mouse. ss,-,s s,s.s.
What is the matter, Susie ?"