JUMBO GETS A FRIGHT

Evening Star, Issue 23746, 29 November 1940, Page 3

JUMBO GETS A FRIGHT

A GOOD-NIGHT TALE His real name was James, but his roly-poly little body and his habit of falling over anything that got in his way had earned for him the name of Jumbo. One wet day Jumbo was poking around iu the attic when he noticed a big wooden box with brass bands atu\ hinges. It bad belonged to his sailor uncle, as he knew quite well, and ho wondered if there were any sea treasures lying inside. He pushed up the lid and, having propped it up against the wall he peered inside. The bos was empty except for a few

old books Jumbo bent down to pick one up. But he couldn’t reaehj so he put his leg over the side and jumped in. The box shook—and down came the lid with a bang! Jumbo was a prisoner—like the bride in the Mistletoe Bough story, he thought with a chuckle. But when he tried to push up the lid it wouldn’t move. Poor Jumbo’s heart began to thump. “Help! Let me out!” he shouted. And almost at once Mummy’s voice cried; “ Why, where are you?” “ Here, iu Uncle Bill’s big chest,” answered Jumbo. Up went the lid, and there* was Mummy’s face smiling down on him. “ How ever did you get in there?” she asked. “ You did give me a fright.” But it was nothng to the fright that Jumbo had given himself I