KING HUFE.

Taranaki Daily News, 22 November 1930, Page 8 (Supplement)

KING HUFE.

A' ’“NONSENSE” TALE FOR THS " " " TINIES. Dick 'Whittington stepped out of hi# monoplane. His friend’s low-flying biplane circled overhead. “Can I see the King?” .Dick asked. The Court (Poet looked doubtful. “As you were thrice Lord Mayor of London, you might, ibut—you musn’t look at [King Huff.” > “Why ever not?” cried Dick, The Poet told .him in rhyme. “Oh Huff in his velvet and lace, Is the haughtiest King of hie race, Hie head lifted high and his face Unseen by the Court and the crowd, Because it isn’t allowed.” “Has he got a stiff neck?” enquired Dick. ' “He has not. It’s sheer pride and bad temper. Only don’t tell him I said so.” “How can I tell him. anything without looking at him?” “You will be blindfolded,” the Poet told him. “The courtiers are not. They fall flft on the floor: In ones, in twos and threes. On hands and noses and knees. ■Would you like to borrow my hanky?” “I would not,” replied Dick. “I have one of my own, thank you.” The Poet led him, blindfolded, into the Throne-Room and hurried out again. “What’s up now?” he asked 1 the Court in the corridor. ' “Oh, why does his Majesty roar? ' He’s dashing his crown on the floor.' Shall we go in?” But the Court appeared frightened. ■ Crash! Bang! 1 They fled from the palace-instead, the Poet exclaiming:— “His sceptre and spectacles shot Through the windows, they broke \ such a lot. .- ■ Oh, what is the matter? What? What?”' ' Dick Whittington came, out, and told him what was what. And the poet wailed: — ■ ' : “A truly terrible thing, Dick’s cat has looked, at the King!” And there was Dick Whittington’s darling ginger pussy peeping out of Dick’s pocket. The Court people fell flat on their faces in horror. Whizz! 'His Majesty’s portable gramophone crashed out of the Throne Room window and struck the low-flying biplane, which burst into flames, fell on the roof, and burnt the palace to ashes. Dick was most indignant. He rescued his friend the airman, and led the King out of the ashes by his ear. “Look what you’ve done,” he shouted. “That was sheer bad temper.’.’ It was, aud it humbled Huff. He felt so ashanied that he was never proud again. He built a new bi-plane and a new palace, and even passed a law that a cat-can look at a King. And so it can.