JOHN PROSPER CARMEL
O, I AM PRINCE OF THE INKY IMPS
AND KING OF THE BLOTTENTOT CREW;
MY ANCESTREE HAS A PEDIGREE
OF A ROYAL PURPLISH HUE.
ONCE MY LOT WAS A DARK BLUE SPOT
FLIPPED ON A MILK-WHITE SEA,
A CREASE AND A FOLD—AND A BUCCANEER BOLD
OUT JUMPED—AND THAT WAS ME!
If you've never made a
This book will help you
quite a lot!
PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY
SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW YORK
To make a funny Blottentot,
First take a piece of paper,
Splash on some ink, a single spot,
Crease, press, but cut no caper.
Don't crease exactly at the blot—
You'll have a fearful muddle;
Press gently, too, and not a lot,
Unless you want a puddle.
With everything we humans do,
Practice makes us apter:
So start at once, you'll find it true
At the end of your first chapter.
In the realms of wonderland
Such flies do gaily flitter,
But when they're just a blot of ink
Of course they cannot glitter.
They flitter, flutter round about,
O'er dewy flow'ry sunny meads,
The lightest, brightest critters.
Weedy, greedy Gobble-Me-Up,
Your mouth is a fearful size.
Do you live on little girls and boys,
Or merely cakes and pies?
Two bucking nightmares ran out to neigh,
Thinking it night, but found it day,
So took to their heels in sore dismay,—
I'm 'fraid they still are running away.
Now it seems to be scarcely credible,
A difficult thing to think,
That such a strange grotesquerie
Was pressed from a drop of ink.
But word for word I tell you,
As true as word can be,
That in its making there was naught
But the blindest chancerie.
Tom and Johnny Make-the-law,
Talkative and lazy,
Standing on a Thingumajig
Comical and crazy.
You are just a pair of Imps,
With but one leg that badly limps.
Gadzooks, Nell Gwynne!
How did you get in?
Did you walk or were you brought
in your chair?
Your dress is perfection
To the smallest section
Of stomacher, quilting and hair.
Said Dr. Spindleshanks,
"I'll stand no silly pranks!"
"You're nothing but a prig!"
Said Dr. Funnywig.
Then, making each a face,
They went off at a pace.
You big Bugaboo!
We didn't want you,
But really now that you've come,
If you keep far away
We'll permit you to stay,
Just as long you keep quite dumb.
Teeny and Tiny Pugnoses
Have discovered two beautiful roses,
But the stems are so tall
They can't reach them at all,
Though they stand on the tips
of their toeses.
You can see by the look of this
That just the one thing that
affords him delight
Is to give a high jump and land
on your toe,
On the very same spot where
the biggest corns grow.
This is a little grass Midget,
As you know a most terrible fidget.
For a month every year
He makes it quite clear
That he is a little grass Midget.
I hope they're on pegs,
Because if they're legs,
They are altogether shocking.
They have no feet,
And almost meet,
And haven't the sign of a stocking.
Why, here's our dear old hopper,
And seeing he's such a whopper,
I'll certainly not say "Shoo"!
Then there are two, you see,
So I'd better hold my peace,
Or they may sit on me
And leave me a crumpled crease.
Got up in a tree,
And found another—
The fac simile.
"Oh dear! oh my!"
He said jumping high,
"It's surely my brother—
What a horrible guy!"
"You jump over to me," said Sue.
"I wish you would come to me,"
"As sure as I jump
I'll kick that stump,
So really I'd rather let you."
Now this is just the funniest rogue,
A Brownie as black as ink,
And what he's doing perched up there,
I'm sure I cannot think.
He's holding his arms like a pair of sails;
Perhaps he's trying to fly.
Let's hope he won't be playing that game
When you and I pass by.
Here are the strangest pair of dogs,
What sort I cannot tell,
But judging by their noses sharp
They have the sense of smell.
Their tails are very, very long,—
But does it really matter?
By the very way they stare and start
They're mad as any hatter.
Are these Quumps or Zagabogs,
Golliwogs or Quees?
Anyhow, you'd best look out,—
They're just about to sneeze!
I've just discovered a marvelous way
Of making these Blottentots mottled and gray;
If you promise you never will show any one
I'll tell you the secret of how it is done.
Take two bottles of ink, one thick and one thin,
Of different blacks, and dip your pen in;
From each splash a drop at the very same spot,
Then do as before, only pressing a lot.
What makes these little Grigs so sad?
They're standing most dejected.
Have they been up to something bad
And in it got detected?
Lanky Doodle came to town
Without his little pony,
Stuck a feather in his hat
With bits of macaroni.
Jingle your bells and your tambourine
For just such a dance as you never have seen;
Such swishing of skirts, and glancing of feet,
Such bowing and parting, then running to meet;
So jingle your bells and your tambourine,
And keep them a-dancing from morning till e'en.
He's flying in the air,
So you are safe and sound;
But you had better skip
When he lights upon the ground.
"When shall we 'two' meet again—
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
"When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won."
A queer little wight,
Very strangely dight,
Looked so much like his brother,
That, believe me, it's true,
No one ever knew
How to tell one from t'other.
Such angular shapes
In such beautiful capes
Are the silliest contradiction,
But they simply "came,"
So I'm not to blame;
With Blottentots there's no restriction.
"Now really it is shocking!" irately said
"To think that you are mocking and
making fun of me.
You have your wings and rufflings
the very same as I,
So you need not turn your nose up,
with a twinkle in your eye."
Of a wing.
And not sing.
Two Rabbits met and shook hands one day
In the gravest possible kind of a way.
But what was the cause of their serious mien
From our picture is not very easily seen.
They'd been jollier far if they'd stopped to sup
The honeyed mead from the buttercup.
I can only smile.
And just perfect style.
Quaint and Queer,
A funny pair,
The funniest you could see,
Met one day
In a strange array,
The strangest that could be.
Each stood and stared
As if he feared
That he would get a poke;
But laughed to find
The other kind,
And thought it all a joke.
Before, I had some Cassowaries,
Now I have two Dromedaries.
So just to leave some shapes for you,
I'll doff my cap and say adieu.