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Raggedy Ann in the Magic Book - Illustrated by Worth Gruelle
Raggedy Ann in the Magic Book - Illustrated by Worth Gruelle
Raggedy Ann in the Magic Book - Illustrated by Worth Gruelle
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Raggedy Ann tales, written and drawn by Johnny Gruelle, have been entertaining children since 1918. The books of 'The Raggedy Ann Series' all feature their central protagonist, with red yarn for hair and a triangle nose - charting her considerable adventures. Gruelle created Raggedy Ann for his daughter, Marcella, when she brought him an old hand-made rag doll. He drew a face on it, and from his bookshelf, pulled a book of poems by James Whitcomb Riley, combining the names of two poems, 'The Raggedy Man' and 'Little Orphant Annie.' From this moment on, the much-loved children's series went from strength to strength. Sought after by collectors, this re-printed edition showcases Gruelle's original text, further enhanced by his wonderful colour drawings, in order that the two may be fully appreciated by young and old alike. Pook Press celebrates the great ‘Golden Age of Illustration‘ in children’s classics and fairy tales – a period of unparalleled excellence in book illustration. We publish rare and vintage Golden Age illustrated books, in high-quality colour editions, so that the masterful artwork and story-telling can continue to delight once again.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 16, 2013
ISBN9781473384378
Raggedy Ann in the Magic Book - Illustrated by Worth Gruelle
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Johnny Gruelle

Johnny Gruelle was a newspaper man who began writing stories about Raggedy Ann at the turn of the century, in order to entertain his ailing daughter, Marcella. He wrote many stories about the rag doll and her brother Raggedy Andy, including two collections, Raggedy Ann Stories and Raggedy Andy Stories. Though Mr. Gruelle died in 1938, his legacy is continued by his family and the millions around the world who have been touched by his simple messages of love, respect, and friendship.

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    Raggedy Ann in the Magic Book - Illustrated by Worth Gruelle - Johnny Gruelle

    CHAPTER ONE

    The Deep, Deep Woods, always filled with cool, blue-green shadows and patches of golden, sparkling sunlight, is surely a wonderful place for fairies, elves, gnomes, and magical, teeny-weeny creatures to live.

    Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, each with a rag arm around the other’s shoulder, stood for a moment listening to the gentle whispering of the wind through the hemlocks.

    Let us follow the Tumbling Brook! Raggedy Andy suggested. We will surely meet with wonderful adventures along its mossy banks. And we shall enjoy its cheery, tinkling laughter as we go along.

    Yes! agreed Raggedy Ann. Let us follow the tinkling, tumbling, laughing brooklet.

    So the two kindly rag dolls, their cotton-stuffed heads filled with pleasant thoughts, walked along the mossy bank of the tumbling brooklet until they met a funny little creature who said he was a Fuzzywump.

    The Fuzzywump was really a very comical-looking little weezy-wuzzy Fuzzywump and always did just the opposite of what he said he would do, so that strangers like the Raggedys were fooled a lot before they found this to be true.

    Very disagreeable morning! the Fuzzywump said as the two kindly rag dolls walked up to him. What are your names?

    Good morning! the Raggedys laughed. Our names are Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy.

    Funny names! said the Fuzzywump, meaning he thought they were very nice names. My name is just Fuzzywump, which is a very, very lovely name. The Fuzzywump meant by this, he did not like the name. We think it is a very nice name, too! said Raggedy Ann with her cheeriest smile.

    That is the first time anyone has ever told me so, the Fuzzywump cried. My house is just beyond the clump of ferns. The Fuzzywump led the way to a cunning little house nestling beneath the cuddling branches of a great tree.

    When they reached the cute little house, the Fuzzywump opened the door, walked inside, said, Come in! and then closed and locked the door behind him.

    HMMM! the Raggedys mused as their shoe-button eyes twinkled in merriment. How funny! He asks us in, then locks the door so that we may not enter! But they did not say this out loud.

    Instead Raggedy Andy said, I do not believe we can come in today, Mister Fuzzywump! We will go on!

    Then the Fuzzywump opened the door, caught the Raggedys by their hands, and pulled them inside saying, Stay out of my cunning little house. I do not like to have visitors.

    The Fuzzywump meant by this, he DID like to have visitors, but the Raggedys did not know it and looked at each other with wonderment in their shoe-button eyes.

    I never have had a dog, the Fuzzywump continued. And I hope that I never own one, especially a cross-eyed puppydog.

    The Fuzzywump went to a little box in the corner of the room and opened it. A little brown dog with crossed eyes popped out of the box and ran to the Raggedys, wagging his tail with pleasure.

    We will have nothing to eat today! said the Fuzzywump as he placed a nice lunch on the table.

    What a queer little creature! Raggedy Ann whispered to Raggedy Andy. Let’s stay, just for fun, and she pulled her chair up to the table. Raggedy Andy did the same, and the puppydog winked his crossest eye at the Raggedys, as if to say, The Fuzzywump is just fooling you.

    When the Fuzzywump had finished eating, he said, I shall not stir out of the house today. And with that, he walked out the front door. Then, poking his head back inside, he said to the Raggedys, Sit perfectly quiet! Do not look at my picture books, nor play the organ! Do not go to the cupboard and eat anything!

    When the Fuzzywump had walked down the path out of sight, Raggedy Andy turned in his chair and said to Raggedy Ann He said he would not stir out of the house today, and now he has gone.

    The little puppydog was only four inches high and as cunning a little creature as you can imagine. He sat on the floor and winked his crossest eye.

    The Raggedys watched the funny little clock on the mantel for two hours and never once stirred from their chairs, for, you know, rag dolls can be very, very patient.

    Finally the little puppydog spoke so suddenly, Raggedy Andy tumbled backward out of his chair, for neither of the Raggedys knew the puppydog could talk. Why don’t you get up and look about the Fuzzywump’s little house?

    Raggedy Ann smiled her cheery smile and Raggedy Andy picked himself from the floor. But the Fuzzywump told us not to move from our chairs, the Raggedys both cried.

    The little puppydog thumped the floor with his tail and chuckled. If you stay here awhile, you will learn that the Fuzzywump says just the opposite of what he truly means, and when he said for you not to stir from your chairs, he meant that you should look about and make yourselves perfectly at home.

    How funny! Raggedy Ann laughed.

    Yes! the puppydog agreed, "when the Fuzzywump tells you

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