New Britain herald., 1922-10-05

Uncle Sammy always promised to give them a treat-and usually for | got it. And when they refused he al- ways abused them roundly, telling them that they ought to be ashamed not to do everything they could for | d poor old gentleman who was wounded.
 When Fatty Coon was younger he often helped Uncle Sammy. But as he grew older he had discovered that Uncle Sammy was a good-for-noth- ing scamp, and a fraud.
 If you're so lame" he said to Uncle Sammy one day. why don't you do something to cure yourself 2"
 There's no cure for my trouble,' tUncle Sammy told him. I've tried every herb in Aunt Polly Wood chuck's basket. But there's not one that does me the least bit of good.' Aunt Polly Woodchuck was the most famous herb doctor in Pleasant Val ley. When she couldn't cure you. people said you might just as well give up all hope.
 Have you ever tried wooden leg?" Fatty Coon inquired.
 Why, ho," Uncle Sammy answer ed T didn't know there was any such thing"
 "! advise you to get one" said Fatty Coon.
 "You get a wooden lief for me and we'll see if it helps me" Uncle Sam my Coon told him. You're young and spry. You haven't lame leg. You can hunt around and find wooden leg a good deal more easily than I can"
 Fatty said he couldn't spare the time just then to look for wooden leg But he promised to keep an eye out for one. And when he found one he would bring it to Uncle Sanrny's house beside Black Creek over near Cedar Swamp
 We'll, that very day he happened to see crooked stick that was just about the length of Uncle Sammy Coon's lame leg. So he picked it up and carried it to Uncle San1my's house.
 Here's your wooden leg" Fatty told the old fellow.
 Its not new" Uncle Sammy krurh- tled as he snatched at the stick, not even thanking Fatty for his trouble. Its m old piece of root. Anybody could tell that L
 Secretly however, he was much pleased. When Fatty had left him, Uncle Sammy tucked the wooden leg carefully away in corner of his house and went wandering off through the swamp He had gone only lit- tie way when he began to grurnble to himself
 That wooden leg is no good" he muttered T can't walk any better than I could before If see that young Fatty Coon I'll tell him the wooden leg is too old to help me. I need genuine new one"
 And he did tell Fatty Coon exact ly that, as soon as he could find him.
 NO good!" cried Fatty. How can you say that? You're not wear ing the wooden leg. You mustn't ex- pect it to be of any help to you when you go of and leave it at home"
 "Oh," said Uncle Sammy. T didn't understand I didn't know I had to wear the wooden leg"
 Well. you go home and put the leg on Give it a fair trial"
 Very we'll" said Uncle Sammy. And he turned away. But he stop ped suddenly and called to Fatty: How shall I wear it?"
 Tie 1t on in place of your lame one"
 How can do that? always wear my lame leg"
 Gut the lame one off" Fatty re- torted
 Cut it off" Uncle Sammy howled T won't. I'll do no such thing. I wouldn't give up my lame leg on any account. fn some ways it's the best leg I've got.''
 And then he shut hiA mouth to- eether tightly, with a snap. He was afraid he had said too much. Copyright 1922 by Metropolitan
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