”THE WOBBLY-WOB WIZARD

Taranaki Daily News, 18 December 1930, Page 4 (Supplement)

”THE WOBBLY-WOB WIZARD

(By

Olive Chandler)

L'. •; '• • ~ ■ : 4b>» Pip«l th® Wobbly W<,b 'Y iza ,“ i ', P “S ' ,«rt «I » «* 'V *» ?»'’•„ 111 ' ' Who io iti •■' • ' r “ ?“ d «? F,m ' ' ■'^ ; ’ily? : ". • Oh, of course, delighted, my dears. • • • ■ '!•'.■ : Christmas with Uncle Thomas and Aunt vou? . . . What do you want? .i OT htr.Th« whole Mf. Maly 7 ’' ” • fought for the receiver at the other end. 1 “I'Sav Santa; it’s Augustus speaking ' ' ghoyS ..>1 wanta model night-flying aero-

• • p!»» ; that will run along the and fly in Z;k the *ir for ten «ecs. . . ... Got that? . ~.. Its ■ • r.plumusend me a two-seater motor car, there s Promise me that the chtfkwork wo ?iitap3 first wind-up.”; =■ - «- t promise, my pretty, chuckled Santa. . ; <-That :y.ou .Cuthbert? . u . You ; want t model train, do you? Three saloon carriages,, eight curved Jaiia, ; pdw&fuUloco . . . Couldn’t .catch, the rest ... Nothing like a big noise, 16 there? ■ There iVas certainly:' one at the Fudgeend.' Hullo!- Hold on,; Santa. Marmaduke ■ ’’Boeaking. -I want a ’ Noah’s, Ark .. >■ Yes, Ido Noah’s . Ark with ..big.. animals, in it. '• ! Uiii want . . . Algy, don t pinch . - sYour^, Wobbly. Wob Wizard to .play us conjuring ’WmV-' stars!” exclaimed Santa, “but he makes real • make-believe. Sorry,: my hearties, he i>J»Wf6rUijre . . . Oh, what a howl. Wob Wizard heard the howl.. He on a plum pudding when Santa put i?Slie<receiver-to his ear. - Wow • • • We want w bb y ‘ SW&'jiut Santa couldn't etop. . Wobbly was swept by mistake inside the .fey’ the Stocking Sprites. Millions of them jiggering under heavy loads of Christmas btockstbut silver sausage. Only, it wasn t a eaueag . They stuffed it with stockings and the rones. Down flew the airship to earth, fianta steerin" and shouting “Merry Christmas. W to they shrilled, pelting him wrth . • Cr ¥Srst chimney pot he reached was the Fudges’ get out here? said Santa, Mouldering hU ■ ? Back.,<He popped down the chimneys like a rabbit.

up again, dtfwn , again, up. Then he steejred ■ sausage that wasn’t a sausage to the next house. Meanwhile, Augustus Fudge woke up.

Goer* Running across the floor of his| room was the model of, a four and Jourpenny night-flying aeroplane. ' ’ .< *t. “It’s a corker!” decided Augustus. It was It had two red lights m the front, and one -ieen light in the rear. Whew! It was growing. Its wings struck the water-jug and the bed-post. Crikey! It was rising-—higher—'higher. He must open the window wider. 1 He did. Whoop! He sprang into the cockpit and nose dived outside. He all but bumped into the Jashmg head lamps of'a two seater toot-tooting at Pepitas. open window. Never had Augustus seen a mftor-car skid down the wall of a house. But. he did that time. “Lake a toboggan,” squealed Repita at the steer-. Ing wheel, landing with a thrilling crash. Good gracious! What was that?”,. ■, • g .It was the thundering roar of a powerful locomotive, with three saloon carriages on eight mined rails rushing bumptity-bump-bump “Great Scott!” exclaimed Uncle Thomas, flinging onen the front door just : in time. j The loco dashed down the drive, steaming a whistling furiously, Cuthbert yelling for joy in .he an awful uproar shook the ]l ° use - “Where ' are you, children? shouted,. Unde Thomas, running Aunt Ursula out on the lawn. “Look at the windows.” . . Thev were wide .open, swarming with roaring 'lions, growling bears and snarling tigers from the Noah’s Ark. A giraffe stuck, his head out .of a chimney-pot. Marmaduke- was, hugging a hyena Ind laughing just like him. . . There was a mad stampede down the stair*; theta, two by two, all the animals marched out through the front dooi. 1 y were a* friendly and as frolicsome as the Fudges, They ®“ i ' > * iU ” S * W The Mg» fell in love with them all. They had glorious games in the jungle until Santa flew back in the sausage that wasn’t a sausage. ... “Fudges, ahoy!” he yelled through a megaphone. “Have vou seen . . ’ What, looked like- a monkey in the jungle scrambled up a moon ray rope dangling from the anshij as it flew, up to the moon. . “Merry Christmas,” he piped in passing, r “It’s Wobbly Wob!” they screamed It was. The kindly little Wizard had made them real Magic after all.. For the presents turned into toys again.