Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . LLO, Trumpy! said the Tin Soldier to theTrumpet, as he looked around him to seewho had come to sit in the shade of Bob-bies Christmas Tree on Christmas Eve. When did you blow in? I came with the Rubber Band early in the evening,but I dont thinlc I shall stay, replied the Trumpet. Whats the matter? Anything gone wrong?asked the Tin Soldier. No; but the leader wants me to play duets withthe Shoe Horn, and he has no music in his sole, saidthe Trumpet, with a wink at theMonkey-on-a-Stick. Hes stronger on his uppernotes than you are
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . LLO, Trumpy! said the Tin Soldier to theTrumpet, as he looked around him to seewho had come to sit in the shade of Bob-bies Christmas Tree on Christmas Eve. When did you blow in? I came with the Rubber Band early in the evening,but I dont thinlc I shall stay, replied the Trumpet. Whats the matter? Anything gone wrong?asked the Tin Soldier. No; but the leader wants me to play duets withthe Shoe Horn, and he has no music in his sole, saidthe Trumpet, with a wink at theMonkey-on-a-Stick. Hes stronger on his uppernotes than you are, said theToy Cannon; but I dont won-der at your leaving. Im goingto resign myself. I want to doit before I am discharged. I wish you Toys would shutup, said the Wooden Noah,sticking his head out of the Ark. Youve waked up the JackRabbit with your noise, and heskicked the Elephant out ofbed. Well, what if he has?Cant the Elephant put a sofacushion on his trunk and go tosleep on that? demanded theMonkey-on-a-Stick. I never thought of that,said Noah. You naturally. with your wooden head, said the Tin Soldier. Say, what are you, anyhow—Georgia Pine? No; Im rather Spruce just at present, said Noah,with a broad smile at his own joke. Gee! What a joke! cried the Monkey-on-a-Stick. If thats the best you can do, I should think youd feellike a chestnut. Let him alone, Monk, put in the French Doll. He cant help his jokes. Of course they come out ofthe Ark. AH right, Tow-head, returned the Monkey-on-8-Stick. Hes a cousin of yours, aint he? Not that I know of, said the Doll. What madeyou think so? Oh, somebody told me you both had the same saw-dust in your veins, said the Monkey. Oh, well, said the Doll amiably, youll be in thefamily yourself pretty soon, I ! Me? said the Monkey. Yes, you! returned the Doll. Anybody can seethat you are stuck on a stick. Well, I dont have to bepunched in the chest before Ican begot to talk, retorted theMonkey. Why, look whoshere! he added, as t
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