File:Story of the mince pie (1916) (14566402317).jpg

Identifier: storyofmincepie00gate (find matches)
Title: Story of the mince pie
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Gates, Josephine Scribner, 1859-1930
Subjects:
Publisher: New York
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
s in a gruff voice, Run along to thebranches/ The branches wave and in sweet tonescry, Welcome, run along to the twigs, theyneed you. The twigs drink it and whis-per, Run along to the stems; they are just 121 THE STORY OF waiting for you/ The stems send it out tothe tip end of the leaves as they wildly waveand laugh aloud over their sweet gift, forthis water in the tree is sweet food that nour-ishes every part and is called sap/ This was a fine story, and every time itrained Jack watched the little tree, andthought he could almost hear the voicessending the moisture on and on. As time passed the tree became strongerand larger, and finally one spring day whenJack was quite a big boy he found buds onthe branches. Buds!5 he called in great excitement,and real buds they were, which the wholefamily came out to admire. The buds blossomed, and as the petalssnowed down the air was sweet with theirfragrance. When Jack found baby apples on his treehe wanted to celebrate, and Mother told him 122
Text Appearing After Image:
They looked like a lot of gnomes dressed for a party SK PUBLIC LI .RY JOHNNY APPLESEED that when they were ripe he could invite hisfriends and have an apple party. An apple party! That would be some-thing new, and he hastened to tell the goodnews at school. They are wonderful apples/ he said.cNo one in this part of the country has anylike them. I tell you well have the fun atthat party. They are turning crimson; younever saw such a pretty apple tree! A pretty tree it was indeed, and lookedjust like a Christmas tree all dressed up. One day Johnny pronounced the fruitripe and ready to eat. Hurrah! To-morrow we can have theparty/ cried Jack, tossing his cap into the air. Now the fun began. Mother baked allsorts of goodies, and the little home wasmade spick-and-span; even the door yard wasswept for this occasion. The day dawned sweet and clear. After 123 THE STORY OF breakfast Jack ran out to take one look at hisbeloved tree, but alas! What do youspose? What! cried the audience in one bre

Note About Images