The Washington herald., 1920-04-09
CHILDREN'S
SUNRISE STORIES
BY HOWARD r.. GARls
UNCLE WICCILY AND
JIMMIE'S JUMBLES.

Jimmie! Oh, Jimmie!" called Mrs.
Wibblewobble, the duck lady, to her
little boy as he was hurrying on to
school one day.
Yes, mother, what is it?" he
asked, turning around.
"On your way home stop at the
bakers and bring some cakes for
Uncle Wiggily's supper" said Mrs.
WibblewobbIe.
"All right. will" promised Jim
mie.
Il hope Jimmie doesn't forget the
cakes" said Mrs. Wibblewobble.
We'll, If he does forget I'll re-
mind him of them,' said Uncle Wig
gily, who was twinkling his tall,
silk nose. and getting ready to go
out and look for an adventure.
That will be very kind of you,"
spoke Mrs. Wibblewobble.
1T is nearly time for school to be
out" thought the rabbit gentleman.
I'll Just step in here and ask if
Jimmie got the cakes his mother
told him to buy. II he has forgot
ten them I'll bring them"
"Oh, yes, Jimmie the duck was
here a little while ago" said tho
baker cat when Uncle wiggily
asked her about ii.
Jimmie likes jumbles." spoke the
baker cat. They are all sorts of
little cakes mixed up together;
1umbIes are, you know"
Yes" said Uncle wiggily, II
know"
So, feeling glad that the duck boy
had not forgotten what his mother
told him. Uncle WiggiIy hoped out
of the baker shop and started back
toward the Wibblewobble house. On
the way he met Sammie Littletail,
the rabbit boy.
Did you see Jimmie and his jum-
bles?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
Yes" answered Sammie. he's
down the path playing marbles with
Jackie and Petite Bow Wow"
Bidding Sammie good-by. Uncle
Wiggily hoped on, and. pretty soon
he came to a place where. as he
could see. Jimmie had been playing
marbles with the two puppy dog
boys
And there. surely enough, lying
on the ground. was n bag.
We'll. l do declare" exclaimed
Uncle WigEily. Jimmie has gone
and forgotten his jumbles after all:
He was so busy playing marbles
that he hurried off and forgot his
cakes. I'll slip them in the kitchen
and he'll probably remember them
just before supper"
So Uncle WiGgily picked up the
bag he found on the ground
II hope Jimmie's jumbles arc nice
and fresh" thought the rabbit gem
tleman as he heard something rat
.tlirs and clinking inside the bag.
So Uncle Wiggily hoped on
through the woods. Then, all of a
sudden. the queer old Crozokus
jumped out from behind next
years Christmas tree.
stop! have you now. What
have you there" asked the Crozo-
kus, as he grabbed Uncle wiggily
by the ears. II have you!"
Yes, I see you have" sadly said
the bunny gentleman. But what
are you going to do with me?"
First tell me what you have in
the bag" snapped the Crozokus.
"Jimmie's jumbles," answered Mr.
Longears. He bought them at the
bakery and forgot them"
"Jimmie's jumbles: eh?" spoke the
.Crozokus, musing like and refiec-
tive. We'll, I'll tell you what ] am
going tc do. First. I am going to
eat Jimmie's jumbles and then 1 am
going to have some of your souse.
Now for the jumblesw
He grabbed the bag away from
Uncle Wiggily. and, without stop
ping to open it. the bad chap took a
large and untidy bite from the out
side. But, no sooner had he taken
a chew, than he cried:
"Oh, wow! Oh, trolley cars! Oh,
jitney balloons"
why, what's the natter" asked
Uncle Wiggily, as the Crozokus
dropped the bag and started to run
Matter? Matter" howled the
Crozokus. Matter enough, 1 should
say! You call those Jimmie's jum-
bles? Just look at them
Then. as the Crozokus ran away.
Uncle Wiggily opened the bitten and
torn bag and what do you think he
saw? Why. Johnnie's marbles, of
course.
So everything came out all right.
and Jimmie's jumbles were very
good for supper, and the duck boy
was glad the bunny brought home
all the marbles the Crozokus did
not chew. And IL the bottle of
doesn't try to crawl up
the piano stool to get a free merry
go-round ride. I'll tell you next
about Uncle wiggily and Lulu's lol-
lypops.