welpeter Funny Pictures By Dr. Heinrich Hoffmann BLACKIE %3 SON LIMITED NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON <& CO. UNIVERSITY OF NORi'H CAROLINA School of Library Science /) tf>^ & -//A_ O -rr^c Ou^t^ & ^Jh Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://archive.org/details/struwwelpeterormOOhoff If children are good and their parents obey, If they are not noisy when they are at play, I they eat the nice soup which before them is set, And the bread above all things never forget; St. Nicholas comes aid to them he brings. A nice picture booft and many good things. Slovenly Peter. Fye J naughty , wild and Slovenly Peter, I fear he never will be neater; For many, many ,many, weeks No water has been near his cheeks. It is a year now I declare, Since he has let nurse comb his hair And then those nailsj'Tis very clear They've not been cut at all this year 1 It is no wonder that all cry, Oh! naughty Slovenly Peter f'yej Untidy Peter im. iMMM& I LflAJau^^ ! There shock-headed Peter stands. What a fright! what horrid hands! 'T is a year, I do declare, Since he let them comb hi3 hair; When to cut his nails they tried, Naughty Peter kicked and cried. Now the boys who Peter meet, Loudly shout from street to street: "Get your nails cut! Look, there's hair!" And the girls all rudely stare. (2) The story of Naughty Frederick. This Frederick, this Frederick; Did many naughty things. He caught the pretty little flies And pulled out all their wings. He killed the bird, he lamed the oat He broke the chair on which he sat , And only think, Oh! worse and worse, He beat his Kind and gentle nurse. Cruel FredericK (3) One day unto the river's brink, A thirsty dog came down to drink. And then this cruel Frederick Crept slily toward him with a stick, And though the dog howled loud with pain, He whipped him, whipped and whipped again; Until the creature turned around And sprang on Frederick with a bound, And bit his leg, Oh! oh J indeed 'Twas terrible to see it bleed. Then was it Frederick's turn you nee, To scream and cry most bitterly. (4) Then Frederick had. in hed. to stay Suffering great pain all night and day, While near him stayed Dr. Van Din, Vfno gave him bitter medicine. The dog now sat in Frederick's .seat Ate up all his nice sausage meat, And smacked his lips, it was so fine, And quenched his thirst on claret wine. / / The happy dog now goes to dine At Fred'rick's table, drinks his wine Eats up his cake and sausage too, And, what a clever thing to do! Hangs up the whip upon the chair; No naughty boy can reach it there. (5) 1 The very sad story of Pauline and. the Pox of matches. One day Pauline was all alone, Her parents both from home had gone, And round the room she lighty sprung, And clapped her hands and danced and sung, She suddenly before her spied A box of matches. Oh! she cried, How glad I am this box to see 1 ; Ohlwhat a pretty play 'twill be: I'll light a little match or two, Just as I've seen my mother do. But Minz and Maunz,the little cats, Held up their little paws, M Miow,miow,miow'; "they cried. And. threatened with their claws, Pont touch it or in flames thou 'It be, Thy father hath forbidden thee. Pauline, the kittens did not hear, The little match burnt bright and clear, It crackled, flickered prettily, Just as you in the picture see. Ohjnever in her life before Had aiiy plaything pleased her more. Put I inz and Maunz the little cats, still raised their little paws, "i\liow,mio ,miow,they cried, And threatened with their claws; Ohjput it down! in flames thou 'It be, Thy mother hath forbidden thee J . « »• The Dreadful Story of Pauletta and the Matches Pauletta's parents both went out, So quite alone she played about. She jumped and sang with all her might, And dolly gave her great delight; When suddenly, see, what a prize! A pretty match-box caught her eyes. " Oh! what a lovely toy you '11 make!" She said, and went the box to take; — " I '11 strike a match, 't will be such fun; I know exactly how it 's done." But Tib and Tab, the danger seeing, To stop Pauletta both agreeing, Held up their paws and warned her, saying: " Papa forbids this sort of playing; Stop it! miaow!" each cried in turn, " Or else you '11 like a bonfire burn." To this Pauletta listen'd not; The match she struck burnt bright and hot, It gave ofl' sparks, and smoke, and flame, The picture shows just how they came. Pauletta this delightful found, And skipped with pleasure round and round. But Tib and Tab, the danger seeing, To stop Pauletta both agreeing, Held up their paws and warned her, saying: " Mamma forbids this sort of playing; Drop it! miaow!" each cried in turn, "Or else you'll like a bonfire burn." (6) But dreadful , dreadful tale to tell, The match upon her apron fell; It kindled, burnt her hands, her head, All over her the f lanes soon spread. Then Minz and Maunz, those little oats, Began to screair: and cry, "Help J fire| Oh who will quickly come, The child will surely die; She's all in flames from top to toe, MiowJMio }Miow|Mio ! Pauline now no more was there; She burnt from pantalette to hair, But in the place where she had iieen, A heap of ashes could be seen; And that with her dear little slices, Alone remained to tell the news. And Minz and Maun?;, the little cats, Sat by the pretty shoes, And cried, "Oh Jto her parents. who. Oh! who shall tell the news?" "MiowJMio JMiowJMio ; " Their little tears like brooks did flow V^\r Alas! her dress has caught on fire, The cruel flames rise high — rise higher! They burn her hand! they burn her hair! Alas! they burn her ev'rywhere! Poor Tib and Tab for help are seeking, And both at once are sadly shrieking. "Come quick! come quick!" they loudly cry "Or else the flaming child will die! Mee-o! miaow! mee-o! miaow! She's burning like a bonfire now!" Now all is burnt with flames and smoke, Pauletta's but a heap of coke, Though still her pretty shoes remain, To tell a tale of dreadful pain. Now sitting where the shoes are lying, Both Tib and Tab for grief are crying: "Miaow! me-ew! miaow! me-ew! Unhappy parents, where are you?" Like little brooks, through meadows going Upon the ground their tears are flowing. (7) The Story of the Flack hoy 8. Three children from the window saw, A black boy walk before the door; He held above his head of wool, A parasol to keep him cool . Then Lewis with his flag ran out, And in the street did loudly shout ; And William with his hoop wo round, Pushed after with a skip and bound; And Casper followed with his cake; Ohjwhat a racket they did make J They thought it was the greatest fun, To n-.ock the black and. see him run. He's just as black as ink they said. And laughed and pointed at his head. THe Story of the Little BlacK Boys (8) But all at once they turned and saw St. Nicholas standing near! he had a monstrous inkstand, And he said, "Nov/ children, hear. Stop pointing at this coloured boy. And let hira go in peace; He cannot change his skin you know, So let your laughter cease." But no, the children would not hear, St. Nicholas spoke in vain, For just as soon as he had gone, They turned and laughed again. Big Nicholas appeared in view, And brought his mighty ink-pot too; He said: " My children, hark to me, And let the harmless negro be; That he is not as white as you He cannot help; so leave him, do!" To Nicholas they paid no heed, Laughed rudely in his face indeed, Tried worse than ever to annoy The black and helpless negro boy. (») St. Nicholas returned and looked This time both stern and wild; Just as you in the picture see, He seized every child, They screamed, they struggled to he free, But no. he held them tight, "Nov all will laugh at you, "said he, "Because you are not white". Ke dipped them in the inkstand ' These naughty children three, And kept them there until they were, As black as they could be) Then Nicholas got very wild, As in the picture — look, ray child! He seized the urchins, Arthur, Will, And Charlie, who kept struggling still, By head, or arm, or coat, or vest, Wherever he could hold them best. "Fire! Fire!" in vain did Arthur call, Deep in the ink he dipped them all; From head to foot, I grieve to tell, He dipped those naughty urchins well. (10) (11) The story of the Wild Huntsman. The Wild Huntsman pxit on his little green sack, And took his powder and gun; He buckled his knapsack upon his back, And off to the fields he did run. He put his spectacles upon his nose, and said, "Nov; I will shoot the little hares and kill them dead." A cunning hare that peeped out from his house of leaves and grass. Could not help laughing as he saw the hunter pass. But the sun shone too hot on the huntsman' 3 head, "My gun is becoming too heavy ",he said, He laid himself down in the shade of a tree, And shut up his eyes ant slept peacefully. The little hare saw him and out he crept, Stole softly toward him, and while he slept, He took up his spectacles, picked up the gun, And slily on tip-toe away he did run. THe Story of the Wild Huntsman The huntsman wild to shoot has gone, His new green coat he proud put on, His powder-flask, and bag, and gun He took, and hoped to have some fun. With specs on nose, why, I declare, He means quite dead to shoot the hare! There in the leaves the hare is seen; He laughs to scorn the huntsman green. (12) He places the spectacles on his nose, And back with the gun to the hunter he goes; He pointed the gun at the bold /ranter's heart, v.'ho awoKe and sprung up at once with a start. He screamed out for help, and like lightning he flew. "He'll shoot mf?)help';help me, Oh J good people do. The hare has put upon his nose The specs, to see with I suppose; He means to fire that gun so bright. The huntsman's in a horrid fright, And runs, and jumps, and loudly calls: " Help! Help! good people, help!" he bawls. (13) The brave hunter's breath was now almost spent, He saw a deep well,qu±cXly toward it he went, He stopped for a second, then in it he sprang, The hare pulled the trigger, off went the gun, hang, The hunter's wife near the window stood, Drinking h^r coffee which tasted good; The same shot broke her cup in two . "Oh! dear ''she cried, "what shall I do?" Hear by the wall and hidden there, Was the old hare 1 h ohiid.the tiny hare, When he heard the shot ,he nuiekly arose, And the coffee ran down on his dear little nose; He hopped and he eried,"\Vhat burns me so?" And he held up the spoon with his little toe. The huntsman rushes off so fast, He sees the deep dark well at last, And jump3 right in — 't is not much fun- Just as the hare fires off the gun. There in the window from a cup The huntsman's wife drank coffee up; The hare has shot the cup in two, The wife called out: " Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Now by the well was hiding there The hare's young son, the tiny hare; He squatted down, until he got Right on his nose the coffee hot, Then called: " I 'm burning! 't isn't fair! And waved the tea-spoon in the air. do Trie story of Little Suck-a-thumb . One day MaJfia 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 that 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" . Mama had scarcely turned her bacX, The thumb was in-alack — alack. The Story of the Boy who Sucked his Thumbs Mamma once said: "Now, Jimmy dear, I'm going out, while you stop here. Behave yourself, and good remain, For I shall soon come back again. But when I 've gone, and shut the door, Be sure you suck your thumbs no more; For, if you do, with scissors keen The tailor will at once be seen; He '11 cut your thumbs like paper through, So mind, be careful what you do!" Mother 's gone, she spoke in vain, Gugg! the thumbs are sucked again! (15) The door flew open, in he ran, The great long red legged scissors man, Ohlchildren see, the tailor's none, And caught out little Suok-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 Oonrad stands; And looks quite sad, and shows his hands; "Ah! said Mamma, "I knew he'd come To naughty little Suck-a-thumb.» Bang! the door is open'd wide; Running' in with rapid stride See the tailor; ud he comes To the boy who sucks his thumbs. Snip! snap! snip! and all is o'er, Both the thumbs are on the floor. How it hurt! poor Jimmy cries, Tears drop down from both his eye3. When Mamma returns, she sees Jimmy sad and ill at ease. There he stands, without his thumbs; This of disobedience comes! (16) Story of the Soup. Mow William was a healthy child. And fat as he could be; He had as round and rosy cheeks As you would wish to see. But once he took it in his head Kis soup he would not eat, He threw away the spoon and screamed And jumped up from his seat. "I will not eat my soup "he cried, "I'd rather starve, Oh {Oh! I will not, will not eat my soup, I will not eat it ,no." Next 'lay just see how changed he is. William grew pale and thin; But still his soup he would not eat. When the cook sent It in. '"I will not eat my soup" , he cried, I'd rather starve, Oh! Oh J I will not, will not eat my soup I will not oat it .Ho. The third day came, Oh |me Ohlme, William grew thin and thinner, He screamed and cried with hunger, tout He would not eat his dinner. On the fourth day he dwindled down. And did not weigh a pound; And when the fifth day came, alas ; They laid him in the ground, The Story of Tommy and His Sotip Young Tommy healthy was and fat, As plump as any pussy-cat, His cheeks were large, and red, and round. His soup he most delightful found, Till one day he began to bawl: "I do not like this soup at all! Just take the nasty stuff away! I will not have it! No, I say!" The next day came. Look! you '11 allow That Tommy is much thinner now. But once again we hear him bawl: "I do not like this soup at all! Just take the nasty stuff away! I will not have it! No, I say!" The third day now we see begin, Tommy was very weak and thin; Yet when the soup once more came in, He once again began to bawl: "I do not like this soup at all! Just take the nasty stuff away! I will not have it! No, I say!" The fourth day came- -most dreadful thing' Tommy was like a bit of string, A quarter-ounce he weighed, they said, And on the fifth day he was — dead! __c?>feS35W' (17) the air, there The atory of Rooking Philip. "Philip, do you hear? sit still at table dear! Thus spoke in earnest tones The father to his oon; While mother .with a serious Looked round upon the table But Philip did not mind, To play lie felt i no lined. He rocked upon his seat, Ke kicked with both his feet; He wriggled, he giggled, He sung, he swung, To and fro. here and there, Back and forth upon the chair THe Story of Wriggling Philip "Can't you, Philip, for a bit Quiet at the table sit?" Said Papa, the meal begun, Sternly to his little son: While Mamma, who silent sat, Looked at this, and looked at that. Restless Philip paid no heed, Which was very wrong indeed, But joggled and jiggled, And shuffled and wriggled, Kept springing and swinging, His fidgets beginning, Till Papa said, most irately: " Philip, this annoys me greatly!" (18) But see, my little children ah! His chair, his chair rocks back too far Can nothing help hirc?no ah no ! Down to the ground he'll, surely go! He pulls the cloth with all his might , And though the father holds it tight, In spite of all that he can do, It goes, and down goes Philip too Knife and fork, soup and bread, Will all upon the floor be spread, The mother with dismay is seized, The father, very much displeased. Look, dear children! Now you will See what happened next to Phil If you at the picture glance. See him rock and see him prance, Back he tips — a moment more Phil will be upon the floor. Now he grabs the cloth, and cries; 'T is no good, for — sad surprise — Plates, bread, bottle, crash! have gone, While Papa looks helpless on. Still Mamma sits in her chair, Gazing here, and gazing there. (19) Now Philip disappears from sight, All but his heels are hidden quite; The table cloth on him is spread, The table is uncovered. Knife and forx,soup and bowl, All upon the All upon the floor do roll. Soup tureen is broke in two What will his hungry parents do | Both stand, lift up their hands and mourn, The nice warm dinner is all gone. Now is Philip out of sight, And the table 's empty quite. What Papa was going to eat All is littered round his feet; Sausage, soup, and bread are found Mixed together on the ground, Smashed the plates and soup-tureen; Parents both are standing seen, Angry, too, and very cross At their dinner's sudden loss. (20) The Story of -Johnny Look-in-the-air Little Johnny held his head so high, As he walked along to school, That many of the passers by , Thought him a little fool. He saw the pretty swallows fly, The roofs, the olouds up in the sky, But what was in the way before, V/hy that our Johnny never saw, Nor did he see the neighbors stare, And call hirn, "Johnny Look-in-the-air . * One day a dog name runnung fast, As usual , Johnny • s eyes were oast Overhear) ;no one said, "Johnny lookout .here comes the how-wow"; What happens nowj Bump — dump — they almost broke their bones, So hard they tumbled on the stones! THe Story of SKy-Gazing' JacK &^ -*r When to school young Jacky went, Up his head was always bent; Birds, clouds, roofs, at all he'd stare, Looking upwards, ev'rywhere. Jacky never seemed to see Things that near his feet might be; Other boys behind his back Cried: "There goes sky-gazing Jack!" Once a dog rushed up like mad, Jack, his eyes, as usual, had On the sky, No one nigh Called: " Look out, the dog is there! Jack, take care!" Floppy! flumpy! down they bump, Boy and dog, with sudden thump. (») Johnny took up his satchel one -lay, And off to school he stalked away; He turned his face up toward the sky, And saw the ljerry swallows fly, Which way he was going he did not think And he walked straight down to the river's brink, Three little fishes at him did stare, Wondering much what brought hira there. One step more and in he splashes; Keels over head like lightning he dashes. The little fishes scream with fright And swim away with all their night. Jack, with satchel in his hand, Walked along the river strand, Staring at the sky so blue, Where the swallows quickly flew; Stiffly marched— one-two, one-two Till the river nearer grew, And the fishes, one, two, three, Wonder'd much his foot to see. One step more — splash! see him drop In the water with a flop. All the fishes, terrified, Swim away in haste to hide. (22) But happily quite near there stood, Two men who saw him in the flood; They took two crooked poles and ran, And soon fished out the little nan. Nov/ see hir. standing on dry ground, Poor little fellow almost drowned; Dripping wet all through and through, Cold, as ice and crying too. The water trickling from his clothes, And from his hair and from his nose. The little ^ishes all the three, Swam quickly baofc the child to see; They stretched their little heads out of the flood, And laughed as loud as ever they could, Thev shook theif little sides with gl^e, And" the yatchel drifted ol*ar out to sea. Luckily two men were near, Or Jack had been drowned, I fear; Up they came before he sank, Hooked him out upon the bank, See him standing dripping there— For such games / shouldn't care, — Soaked his clothes, and boots, and all; See the water streaming fall Prom his hands, and head, and hair; See poor Jacky shiv'ring there. Now the fishes, one, two, three, Swim about so merrily, Peep above the water's swell, Laugh so loud you hear them well; There they laugh quite half the day- Far the satchel floats away. (23) Flying Robert , When the rain in torrents pours, And by the winds? the trees are bent ; Good little children stay in doors, And there to play are quite content. But Robert thought one rainy iay, That it would much more pleasant be Out in the rain to run and play, And all the little puddles see. He took papa's umbrella out, And in the rain he splashed about,. But stronger, stronger grew the breeze, It whistled loudly through the trees, It caught the umbrella — do look there, It whirled him up into the air; Into the clouds poor Robert flew, Ilia little hat before him blew! Away, away , away they soar The little hat flew on before; They small and smaller , smaller grew, At last they disappeared from view! And after that where they did go, V/hy,rny dear child, I do not know. The Story of Flying Robert When like cats and dogs the rain Falls, and fields are soaked again, Boys and girls are best at home, 'T is too wet on walks to roam. Bob, however, said: "No! No! Oh, how jolly out to go!" With umbrella opened wide, Robert splashed about outside. Whew! the howling storm blows round, Bends the branches to the ground, Catches Bob's umbrella till Off his feet, against his will, Up he 's blown, away he flies. No one hears his screams and cries; Now the clouds he strikes upon, And his little hat is gone. Bob and his umbrella get Through the clouds, and higher yet, Hat in front he still must fly, Knocks at last against the sky; Where he 's gone, unto this day Nobody can rightly say. (24) X > ■ >-3 D 3 3' P. O i-3 y 3* t c-f Ss CD > o H- > o >-> 'Jl J ?r p, c«- i O - E? - 4 M- c<< 1 a 3 <■+ o ■3 a :-+, o 3 QD c+ \ Our Darling's First Book BRIGHT PICTURES AND EASY LESSONS FOR LITTLE FOLK Picture Boards, Is. Cloth, Gilt edges, 2s. A N interesting and instructive picture lesson-book for very little folk. 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