Imperial Valley press., 1927-07-21
Bedtime Stories
BY HOWARD E. GARIS
Copyright, 1927, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate
UNCLE WIGGLY'S KOKEY
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"Hokey pokev! Hockey pokeyi -
cried jolly voice out in front of
Uncle Wiggily S hollow stump bung-
allow one day. Hockey pokey!'
My goodness, what funny
name for a little girl or boy!'
squeaked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy.
- hope it ism t any of your child
rcn,' she went on to Mr.. Longears.
For the rabbit gentleman had
forty leven little bunnies, to say
nothing of Baby Bunty, who was
forty twelve, and there being so
many the muskrat lady could not
always remember all of their names.
Hickey pokey is no child of
mine! said Uncle Wiggily. ct
must be the name of some new kind
of breakfast food being advertised.
! l II hop out and take look. -
But when the rabbit gentleman
reached the front porch he saw only
kind old, wrinkled monkey gentle
man, walking along and pushing in
front of himself a little red cart.
1t was the monkey who was crying:
Hockey pokey. Hockey pokey!'
"What is the matter'' asked
Uncle Wiggily politely.
"Why, nothing is the matter,
thank you,'' chartered the monkey.
~ am just selling hokey pokeys,
that s all. Do You want one''
"What in the world is hockey
rokey'' asked the rabbit.
must have forgotten when you were
a little rabbit boy. Look herel'
With that he opened a tin can in
his red cart and took out something
wrapped in cold waxed paper. And
when the paper was taken off
Jncle Wiggily saw little sand
wich made of sweetened honey cakes
with slice of pink ice-cream be-
tween them.
"That is hokey pokey!' cx-
planned the monkey, holding the ice
cream sandwich out to Mr.. Long
ears. Eat it!''
"'Is that all l do'' the rabbit
gentleman asked as he swallowed
the last of the cold, sweet sand
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"Oh, no, You must pay me for
the hockey pokey if you please,
the monkey answered
THAT is no more than fair,
agreed Uncle Wiggilv, SO he gave
the monkey gentleman five cents
and the monkey having both front
paws on the handle of his cart,
made change very cleverly with his
tail, giving Uncle Wiggily back
three cents.
Hockey pokeys are two cents
each!' ehattered the monkey.
"They would be cheap at twice
the PRICE chuckled Mr.. Longears.
IN take another if you please"
which he did. handing tie monkey
two pennies. The hokey pokey monk
dropped the pennies from the end of
his tail into his cash box, and went
on down the path, calling:
"Hokey pokey! Hockey pokey!
Who wants a hokey pokey?"
And you may be sure many of the
animal boys and girls did, for it was
hot day and the ice cream sand
wiches were cool. SO that was the
beginning of the hokey pokey monk
coming to Woodland. But it was
not the end of him, for he planned
TO stay all summer. 1t was a de-
light to see him hand out hokev
pokeys with his paws and MAXI
change with his tail. When Muse
Jane said Uncle Wiggily w2s buy
ing altogether too many bokey polk
cys, the bunny would smile and say:
"Oh, I do it just TO see the NOV
key make change with his tail. 1t
ism t that | care so much for the
hokey pokeys.' And Mr. Twistytail,
the pig, and Uncle Butter, the goat
said the same thing when they
bought the ice cream sandwiches
several times a day.
Well, one afternoon, about a week
after the hokey pokey monk had
come to Woodland, Uncle Wiggily
was buying a banana Favored one
wien, all of sudden, the Bob Cat