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MERRY STORIES AND FUNNY PICTURES
Heinrich Hoffman
FREDERICK WARNE & CO., INC. NEW YORK
Merry Stories And Funny Pictures
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 | When the children have been good, That is, be it understood, Good at meal-times, good at play, Good all night and good all day— They shall have the pretty things Merry Christmas always brings. Naughty, romping girls and boys |  |
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Shock-headed Peter
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 | Just look at him! there he stands, With his nasty hair and hands. See! his nails are never cut; They are grimed as black as soot; And the sloven, I declare, Never once has combed his hair; Anything to me is sweeter Than to see Shock-headed Peter. |  |
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Cruel Frederick
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 | Here is cruel Frederick, see! A horrid wicked boy was he; He caught the flies, poor little things, And then tore off their tiny wings, He killed the birds, and broke the chairs, And threw the kitten down the stairs; And oh! far worse than all beside, He whipped his Mary, till she cried. |  |
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 | The trough was full, and faithful Tray Came out to drink one sultry day; He wagged his tail, and wet his lip, When cruel Fred snatched up a whip, And whipped poor Tray till he was sore, And kicked and whipped him more and more: At this, good Tray grew very red, And growled, and bit him till he bled; Then you should only have been by, To see how Fred did scream and cry! |
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 | So Frederick had to go to bed: His leg was very sore and red! The Doctor came, and shook his head, And made a very great to-do, And gave him nasty physic too. |  |
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| But good dog Tray is happy now; He has no time to say “Bow-wow!” He seats himself in Frederick’s chair And laughs to see the nice things there: The soup he swallows, sup by sup— And eats the pies and puddings up. |  |
The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches
 | It almost makes me cry to tell What foolish Harriet befell. Mamma and Nurse went out one day And left her all alone at play. Now, on the table close at hand, A box of matches chanced to stand; And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her, That, if she touched them, they would scold her. But Harriet said: “Oh, what a pity! For, when they burn, it is so pretty; They crackle so, and spit, and flame: Mamma, too, often does the same.” The pussy-cats heard this, But Harriet would not take advice: The Pussy-cats saw this |
 | And see! oh, what dreadful thing! The fire has caught her apron-string; Her apron burns, her arms, her hair— She burns all over everywhere. Then how the pussy-cats did mew— So she was burnt, with all her clothes, And when the good cats sat beside |
The Story of the Inky Boys
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 | As he had often done before, The woolly-headed Black-a-moor One nice fine summer’s day went out To see the shops, and walk about; And, as he found it hot, poor fellow, He took with him his green umbrella, Then Edward, little noisy wag, Ran out and laughed, and waved his flag; And William came in jacket trim, And brought his wooden hoop with him; And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys And joined the other naughty boys. So, one and all set up a roar, And laughed and hooted more and more, And kept on singing,—only think!— “Oh, Blacky, you’re as black as ink!” |  |
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 | Now tall Agrippa lived close by— So tall, he almost touched the sky; He had a mighty inkstand, too, In which a great goose-feather grew; He called out in an angry tone “Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone! For, if he tries with all his might, He cannot change from black to white.” But, ah! they did not mind a bit What great Agrippa said of it; But went on laughing, as before, And hooting at the Black-a-moor. |  |
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 | Then great Agrippa foams with rage— Look at him on this very page! He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned, Takes William by his little head; | And they may scream and kick and call, Into the ink he dips them all; Into the inkstand, one, two, three, Till they are black as black can be; Turn over now, and you shall see. |
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| See, there they are, and there they run! The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun. They have been made as black as crows, Quite black all over, eyes and nose, And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes, And trousers, pinafores, and toys— The silly little inky boys! Because they set up such a roar, And teased the harmless Black-a-moor. | ||
The Story of the Man that went out Shooting
| This is the man that shoots the hares; This is the coat he always wears: With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun He’s going out to have some fun. |
| He finds it hard, without a pair Of spectacles, to shoot the hare. | |
 | The hare sits snug in leaves and grass And laughs to see the green man pass. |
 | Now, as the sun grew very hot, And he a heavy gun had got, He lay down underneath a tree And went to sleep, as you may see. And, while he slept like any top, The little hare came, hop, hop, hop, Took gun and spectacles, and then On her hind legs went off again. |
| The green man wakes and sees her place The spectacles upon her face; And now she’s trying all she can To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man. He cries and screams and runs away; The hare runs after him all day And hears him call out everywhere: “Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!” |
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 | At last he stumbled at the well, Head over ears, and in he fell. The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark! Bang went the gun—she missed her mark! |
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| The poor man’s wife was drinking up Her coffee in her coffee-cup; The gun shot cup and saucer through; “Oh dear!” cried she; “what shall I do?” There lived close by the cottage there The hare’s own child, the little hare; And while she stood upon her toes, The coffee fell and burned her nose. “Oh dear!” she cried, with spoon in hand, “Such fun I do not understand.” | |
The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb
 | One day Mamma said “Conrad dear, I must go out and leave you here. But mind now, Conrad, what I say, Don’t suck your thumb while I’m away. The great tall tailor always comes To little boys who suck their thumbs; And ere they dream what he’s about, He takes his great sharp scissors out, And cuts their thumbs clean off—and then, You know, they never grow again.” Mamma had scarcely turned her back, |
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 | The door flew open, in he ran, The great, long, red-legged scissor-man. Oh! children, see! the tailor’s come And caught out little Suck-a-Thumb. Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go; And Conrad cries out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast, That both his thumbs are off at last. Mamma comes home: there Conrad stands, |
The Story of Augustus,
who would not have any Soup
 | Augustus was a chubby lad; Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had: And everybody saw with joy The plump and hearty, healthy boy. He ate and drank as he was told, And never let his soup get cold. But one day, one cold winter’s day, He screamed out “Take the soup away! O take the nasty soup away! I won’t have any soup today.” Next day, now look, the picture shows The third day comes: Oh what a sin! Look at him, now the fourth day’s come! |
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The Story of Fidgety Philip
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 | “Let me see if Philip can Be a little gentleman; Let me see if he is able To sit still for once at table”: Thus Papa bade Phil behave; And Mamma looked very grave. But fidgety Phil, He won’t sit still; He wriggles, And giggles, And then, I declare, Swings backwards and forwards, And tilts up his chair, Just like any rocking horse— “Philip! I am getting cross!” |  |
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 | See the naughty, restless child Growing still more rude and wild, Till his chair falls over quite. Philip screams with all his might, Catches at the cloth, but then That makes matters worse again. Down upon the ground they fall, Glasses, plates, knives, forks, and all. How Mamma did fret and frown, When she saw them tumbling down! And Papa made such a face! Philip is in sad disgrace. |  |
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 | Where is Philip, where is he? Fairly covered up you see! Cloth and all are lying on him; He has pulled down all upon him. What a terrible to-do! Dishes, glasses, snapt in two! Here a knife, and there a fork! Philip, this is cruel work. Table all so bare, and ah! Poor Papa, and poor Mamma Look quite cross, and wonder how They shall have their dinner now. |  |
The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air
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| As he trudged along to school, It was always Johnny’s rule To be looking at the sky And the clouds that floated by; But what just before him lay, In his way, Johnny never thought about; So that every one cried out “Look at little Johnny there, Little Johnny Head-In-Air!” Running just in Johnny’s way |  |
| Once, with head as high as ever, Johnny walked beside the river. Johnny watched the swallows trying Which was cleverest at flying. Oh! what fun! Johnny watched the bright round sun Going in and coming out; This was all he thought about. So he strode on, only think! To the river’s very brink, Where the bank was high and steep, And the water very deep; And the fishes, in a row, Stared to see him coming so. One step more! oh! sad to tell! |  |
| There lay Johnny on his face, With his nice red writing-case; But, as they were passing by, Two strong men had heard him cry; And, with sticks, these two strong men Hooked poor Johnny out again. |  |
| Oh! you should have seen him shiver When they pulled him from the river. He was in a sorry plight! Dripping wet, and such a fright! Wet all over, everywhere, Clothes, and arms, and face, and hair: Johnny never will forget What it is to be so wet. And the fishes, one, two, three, |  |
The Story of Flying Robert
 | When the rain comes tumbling down In the country or the town, All good little girls and boys Stay at home and mind their toys. Robert thought, “No, when it pours, It is better out of doors.” Rain it did, and in a minute Bob was in it. Here you see him, silly fellow, Underneath his red umbrella. |
| What a wind! oh! how it whistles Through the trees and flowers and thistles! It has caught his red umbrella: Now look at him, silly fellow— Up he flies To the skies. No one heard his screams and cries; Through the clouds the rude wind bore him, And his hat flew on before him. |  |
 | Soon they got to such a height, They were nearly out of sight. And the hat went up so high, That it nearly touched the sky. No one ever yet could tell Where they stopped, or where they fell: Only this one thing is plain, Bob was never seen again! |
