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Raggedy Ann and the Golden Butterfly - Illustrated by Johnny Gruelle
Raggedy Ann and the Golden Butterfly - Illustrated by Johnny Gruelle
Raggedy Ann and the Golden Butterfly - Illustrated by Johnny Gruelle
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‘Raggedy Ann and the Golden Butterfly’ is written and illustrated by Johnny Gruelle. Gruelle (1880 – 1930), was an American artist and political cartoonist, as well as a children’s book illustrator and author. The books of ‘The Raggedy Ann Series’ all feature their central protagonist, with red yarn for hair and a triangle nose – charting her considerable adventures. Gruelle created Raggedy Ann for his daughter, Marcella, when she brought him an old hand-made rag doll. He drew a face on it, and from his bookshelf, pulled a book of poems by James Whitcomb Riley, combining the names of two poems, ‘The Raggedy Man’ and ‘Little Orphant Annie.’ From this moment on, the much-loved children’s series went from strength to strength. Sought after by collectors, this re-printed edition showcases Gruelle’s original text, further enhanced by his wonderful colour drawings, in order that the two may be fully appreciated by young and old alike.

Pook Press celebrates the great ‘Golden Age of Illustration‘ in children’s literature – a period of unparalleled excellence in book illustration from the 1880s to the 1930s. Our collection showcases classic fairy tales, children’s stories, and the work of some of the most celebrated artists, illustrators and authors.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherPook Press
Release dateJan 24, 2018
ISBN9781528782548
Raggedy Ann and the Golden Butterfly - Illustrated by Johnny Gruelle
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Johnny Gruelle

Johnny Gruelle was a newspaper man who began writing stories about Raggedy Ann at the turn of the century, in order to entertain his ailing daughter, Marcella. He wrote many stories about the rag doll and her brother Raggedy Andy, including two collections, Raggedy Ann Stories and Raggedy Andy Stories. Though Mr. Gruelle died in 1938, his legacy is continued by his family and the millions around the world who have been touched by his simple messages of love, respect, and friendship.

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    Raggedy Ann and the Golden Butterfly - Illustrated by Johnny Gruelle - Johnny Gruelle

    Chapter One

    MARCELLA and all the dollies were having a fine time at the tea party in the playhouse under the big apple tree.

    They were a bit sticky from the milk, that Marcella pretended was tea, and the cake with chocolate icing.

    Raggedy Ann, Uncle Clem, Beloved Belindy, and the French doll were sitting at the little table with their mistress. Percy, the policeman, who never did care much for tea parties, had been placed in a little chair on the porch. So you can keep any stray puppydogs away, his little mistress said when she put him there.

    Raggedy Andy had been fidgety at the table. He kept slipping down in his chair, so, Marcella put him on top of the toy piano in the corner. Where you can have more room to wiggle, she said.

    When the party was over, Marcella gathered up the dollies and took them in the house where they had their faces washed and their hair combed. Then they were, one by one, tucked lovingly into bed and given a good night kiss.

    As she came to Raggedy Ann, Marcella stopped and looked around. Where is Raggedy Andy? she asked.

    Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy slept in the large doll bed in the corner of the nursery.

    Oh, well! Marcella said, He will be alright in the playhouse and we can get him in the morning. She finished tucking them all in and tip-toed from the room.

    Raggedy Ann did not like the idea of Raggedy Andy not being in his place next to her. What if that big dog next door should be chasing cats during the night and wander into the playhouse? she thought. He played so roughly and might easily harm Raggedy Andy.

    Raggedy Ann wasn’t a bit sleepy. She just lay there thinking for a long, long time. The house had grown very quiet. All the real-for-sure people had gone to bed and the moon was shining brightly through the nursery window.

    Raggedy Ann had an idea she could think better over by the window. She got up quietly, climbed up on the chair by the window and stood with her elbows resting on the window sill. She enjoyed the fragrant night air and the lovely moonlight and there in the orchard was the playhouse with Raggedy Andy probably sound asleep.

    Just outside the window was the back porch roof. Without really thinking, Raggedy Ann pulled herself up on the window sill and dropped quietly to the roof. She walked over to the corner where the rainspout went down—slid down it so easily, she hardly realized she was there on the ground. She hurried to the playhouse. Raggedy Andy was gone!

    She looked everywhere, inside and out. Raggedy Andy! Raggedy Andy! she called softly. What could have happened to him? Where was Raggedy Andy?

    She ran straight for the hole in the orchard fence where a tiny path led to the deep, deep woods filled with fairies n’ everything.

    Raggedy Ann had not gone far along the path when she met Eddie Elf. Hello, Eddie Elf! Raggedy Ann called, Have you seen Raggedy Andy?

    Good Evening, Raggedy Ann! the cheery little elf greeted, Yes! Raggedy Andy passed by a long time ago! He seemed to be in a hurry—said he was following a beautiful Golden Butterfly and he was sure it was a good fairy. You will find him if you go right down the path.

    Raggedy Ann thanked Eddie Elf and hurried on her way.

    Uncle Unk closed the large account book and wiped the pen on his shirt sleeve. Why is it we do so little business in this lovely little store? His question was to Auntie Aunt in the next room.

    My dear! Auntie Aunt laughed, You forget! there really isn’t any business, so, why worry about it?

    At this, Uncle Unk began crying bitterly. Auntie Aunt took off his glasses and wiped his eyes with the corner of her clean white apron. Don’t cry! she said, It just makes your nose red; and, after all, does no good.

    Ha, that’s it! Nothing does any good! We shall always be poor! We shall never have any happiness! Uncle Unk went on as he waved his arms about.

    Look at this store! Where will you find a nicer store? Look at the lovely books! Look at the pretty toy drums! Look at all of the other wonderful things! Uncle Unk continued.

    I see them! Auntie Aunt said, a little sadly, Everything is lovely, to be sure!

    But, can we sell any of the things? Uncle Unk asked,—No! Even though I have marked everything down from two pennies to one penny, no one comes in to buy. And again he burst into tears so that they splashed down upon the table and made a little puddle.

    We are so poor, he sobbed. I cannot even buy a new pair of shoes. Look at my toes sticking out!

    Silly, silly, Auntie Aunt chuckled, You haven’t any shoes on. No wonder your toes stick out.

    Uncle Unk wiped his eyes upon his shirt sleeve and looked at his feet. He wiggled his toes and twisted his feet about. Now where in the world can those shoes be? he asked, I am sure I had them on a moment ago.

    And, Auntie laughed, I am certain you forgot to put them on this morning. There they are under your bed, just where you took them off last night. Brand new shoes they are, too. Auntie Aunt laughed her hearty laugh. "You

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