Illustrated by Edward Bloomfield.
Published by A. L. Burt Company, 1921. Hardback. No dustjacket.
‘Uncle Wiggily Longears’ was the main character of a whole series of children’s stories written by Howard R. Garis. He was born in Binghamton, New York in 1873 and over his lifetime, wrote nearly one hundred and fifty books for children under his own name, and nearly as many under various pseudonyms. He began writing the Uncle Wiggily stories in 1910 for the Newark News, and he wrote one every day (except Sundays) for more than 30 years. He died in 1962.
From the first story:
“I am much too large to squeeze out of the hole by which I came in here. Much too large. Oh, dear!”
“Here, drink some of this and you’ll grow small just as I did when I drank from it before I fell into the pool of tears,” the soft and gentle voice went on, and to Uncle Wiggily’s surprise, there stood a nice little girl with long, flaxen hair. She was holding out to him a bottle with a tag that read:
“Am I really to drink this?” asked the bunny.
“You are,” said the little girl.
Uncle Wiggily took a long drink from the bottle. It tasted like lollypop ice cream soda, and no sooner had he taken a good sip than all of a sudden he found himself shutting up small, like a telescope. Smaller and smaller he shrank, until he was his own regular size, and then the little girl took him by the paw and cried: “Come on! Now you can get out!”
And, surely enough, Uncle Wiggily could.
“But who are you?” he asked the little girl.
“Oh! I’m Alice from Wonderland,” she said, “and I know you very well, though you never met me before. I’m in a book, but this is my holiday, so I came out. Come on, now, before the mosquitoes catch us! We’ll have a lot of funny adventures with some friends of mine. Come on!” And away ran Uncle Wiggily with Wonderland Alice, who had saved him from being bitten. So everything came out all right, you see.
And if the teacup doesn’t lose its handle and try to do a foxtrot waltz with the soup tureen, I’ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the March Hare.
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