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3 it " ' ...... " ' -..'.111.1 -...Lj--:-.-. . , : . . ' : ' . . . , . ' " . . : r ' . ' , 1 ' ' I a ' ' ' in ii i i '.; i. i ' 1 1 .' . H ' i I imi i. . i i in iinn in ! ii n n n i ii 11 , ' . ' i it i! n f T- Irx A FiiV- I rr A It Awf i iAC nm vnn vwnw.uwrr f. wrnr.n.Y roiiLD PLAY MUSIC? KJl LU1U W iUUliy O rkU VOl IIUI UO sTusraTOra Copyright, 1920, by the McClnre Newspaper Syndicate. Trade-Mark Registered. XYLOPHONE. IT WAS WONDERFUL! N Text by HOWARD R. GARIS Author of the Famous UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIES Pictured by LANG CAMPBELL. "Dear me, Uncle Wiggily!" said Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, one day to the bunny rabbit gentleman. "I really don't know what we are going to do!" Uncle Wiggily said it was too bad. "Here I have the dance party invitations all ready to send out," went on Nurse Jane, "and we can't get a band of music anywhere in Woodland. How are my friends who are coming to our party going to dance if we don't have music?" Uncle Wiggily said certainly no one could dance without music. "I'll go look for some, Nurse Jane," he said.. VVKiTclWAH S 'iWell, Uncle Wiggily, where are you going?" asked Mr. Whitewash, the polar bear gentleman, as he met the bunny rabbit near the ice cave. "I am looking for some music," answered Mr. Longears. "Nurse Jane and I are going to have a dance party in our hollow stump bungalow. But, at the last minute, the crickets, birds and grasshoppers, who were to play for us. Send word that it is too cold for them. They have gone down south, where it is warm." Mr. Whitewash said that was too bad. "No music for the party! I wonder if I could help?" he thought to himself. X Sf '-i--:- YivJ-dr v 5g rplB "Come into my cave. Uncle Wiggily," invited Mr. Whitewash, the polar bear gentleman. VPerhaps we can think of a way of making music at Nurse Jane's party." Uncle Wiggily went-in the cave. From the rocf were hanging. down long icicles and small ones. The icicles were colored like the rainbow. "My, what fine icicles!" cried the bunny, as he reached up his crutch and tapped the long, frozen spears. As the crutch tapped them, the "icicles sounded like bells. The long icicles made deep, low notes of sound, and the short ones made shrill notes. "Fine!" cried the squirrels. W V"'" i MR. "Whitewash "S'l'- '"It I !! l I . ' ' " 4W iff "1 didn't know icicles made music," chattered Billie Bushytail, one of the squirrels. "Nor I," added his brother Johnnie. "Oh, yes; the icicles in my cave are musical," said the polar bear. "111 give you a lot of them, Uncle Wiggily. You can pile them on the sled and take them home. May be you can make some sort of a piano out of them to give music for Nurse Jane's party." Uncle Wiggily said perhaps he. could. So the sled which Johnnie and Billie had been coasting on, near the polar bear gentleman's cave, was loaded with short and long icicles. Uncle Wiggily felt happier. ii 1 1 Ittiir? V 1111!' -r -: ' ft, fiv'f.l Flit.1 oitTI'V its m .- - n z m, i - t I a 11 Mr. Whitewash and the sq'uirrel boys helped Uncle Wiggily draw the icicles to the hollow stump bungalow on the sled. "Now we will make a xylophone piano to give music for our dance," said the bunny. Nurse Jane and Mr. Whitewash helped. Some icicles were left in long pieces to make the deep, rumbly bass notes. Others were broken off short to make the high, tinkly notes.' Johnnie and Billie put horse chestnuts'on the ends of little rods for Uncle Wiggily to tap the icicles with. The long, slender pieces of ice were laid over two padded sticks like a xylophone. A-::'!': ! iiTVSai. :: V;? Viilii:;i!!;' ;r: ..:!.;:;';.! ;:!,::'! I "Now our icicle piano is finished," said Uncle Wiggily, as he put the last piece of ice in place. "We'll have a little practice." So he played a jolly tune, hammering on the icicles with the. horse chestnuts, on the ends of sticks. Nurse Jane danced with Mr. Whitewash. Billie and Johnnie Bushy tail did a sort of jazz-time rag, and the- two Squiggle Bugs waltzed a fox trot like a ojne-step. "This will just be grand for the dance party," said Nurse Jane. "But won't the icicles melt, Uncle Wiggily?" The rabbit gentleman said they might. "I'll bring you more," spoke Mr. Whitewash. Kk ,, , . I","'' !" When it came time for Nurse Jane's dance party the weather was cool, and the new icicles, which Mr. Whitewash brought for Uncle Wiggily to make the xylophone piano hardly melted at all. "It is very kind of you to invite us,"" said the animal folk, as they crowded into the hollow stump bungalow. ' VI didn't know Uncle Wiggily could play," said Grandpa Gocfsev Gander. "I didn't know it, myself, until 1 tried some of these icick's," said the bunny, "Oh, everything is so happy. I'm almost afraid something is going to happen, something like the Pipsisewah," said Nurse. All nf a Slldrten WhAn AVArvthinw 1 1 tU nrtu i4c nict !-vlv iUa f.Ant door of the hollow stump bungalow opened, and in popped the bad old Pipsisewah. "Ah, ha!" howled the Pip. "I thought Lheard music here. But I didn't know you had a piano. Uncle Wiggily." The bunny, who was just finishing playing a waltz, said the music came from the icicles. "You may stop playing now while I take some of your souse!" growled trie Pip. Johnnie and Billie, the squirrels, who had been playing soldier with two sharp icicles for swords, looked at one another and blinked their eyes. 'Yes, I want some of your souse. Uncle Wiggily!" growled the Pip. He started for the bunny, but just then brave Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrel boys, took firm hold of their icicle swords. "Now you get out of here!" they chattered, "and stop spoiling Uncle Wiggily's music and Nurse Jane's dance!" ..Then they stuck the Pip so hard with the sharp-pointed icicles that he ran out of the front door as fast as he could run. " Hurray f" cried Uncle Wiggily, and again he played the. icicle xylophone, while the others danced, even the Squiggle Bugs. And the party was a great success. IK I j