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Struwwel!Peter

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    When the children have been good,
That is, be it understood,
Good at meal-times, good at play,
Good all night and good all day--
They shall have the pretty things
Merry Christmas always brings.

Naughty, romping girls and boys
Tear their clothes and make a noise,
Spoil their pinafores and frocks,
And deserve no Christmas-box.
Such as these shall never look
At this pretty Picture-book.

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      It was my birthday on the 1st of September and as I'm sure you all know my passions are; my wonderful husband Peter, then books and music, not forgetting my huge family and all the pets.
 So you can imagine my delight when I open the wrapping paper and there is a scruffy board book called "Struwwelpeter" oh my goodness, I was so happy. 
The book was written first in 1845 and my copy was reprinted in the early 1900's having no date or Author just Blackie who were the publishers. 
I hope to put all the pictures and stories between this web site and Diddilydeedot's Dreamland. 
They are not the nicest of stories I must admit, but if your good and kind then I'm sure you will be alright.

 

The gentleman who wrote the book is, well, I shall let Wiki tell you;
Der Struwwelpeter (1845) is a popular German children's book by Heinrich Hoffmann. It comprises ten illustrated and rhymed stories, mostly about children. Each has a clear moral that demonstrates the disastrous consequences of misbehavior in an exaggerated way. The title of the first story provides the title of the whole book. Literally translated, Struwwel-Peter means Shaggy-Peter.

Hoffmann, a Frankfurt psychiatrist, wanted to buy a picture book for his son for Christmas in 1844. Not impressed by what the stores had to offer, he instead bought a notebook and wrote his own stories and pictures. Hoffmann was persuaded by friends to publish the book anonymously as Lustige Geschichten und drollige Bilder mit 15 schön kolorierten Tafeln für Kinder von 3-6 Jahren

Struwwelpeter

Shock-headed Peter

Just look at him! there he stands,
With his nasty hair and hands.
See! his nails are never cut;
They are grimed as black as soot;
And the sloven, I declare,
Never once has combed his hair;
Anything to me is sweeter
Than to see Shock-headed Peter.

(Funny Stories and Whimsical Pictures with 15 Beautifully Coloured Panels for Children Aged 3 to 6) in 1845. 

It was not until the third edition in 1858 that the book was published under the title Struwwelpeter. 

The book became very popular among children throughout Europe, and, writes author and researcher Penni Cotton, the pictures and characters showed a great deal of originality and directness.

Struwwelpeter has been translated into several languages. The first English translation appeared in 1848. Mark Twain's English translation of the book is called "Slovenly Peter."

The book cover is the same figure as the above but a bit scruffy and he isn't standing on the podeum, I won't put it on screen, I don't think it would have bothered our Struwwelpeter very much, just look at those finger nails. (I hope he never tried to pick his nose! Smile

In 2006, Fantagraphics Books published the first completely digital version of Struwwelpeter, reinterpreted and illustrated by Bob Staake.


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JOHNNY HEAD-IN-AIR


Johnny Head in Air


Johnny Head in Air

Johnny Head in Air

Johnny Head in Air

Johnny Head in Air
Oh! you should have seen him shiver

When they pull'd him from the river

He was in a sorry plight!

Dripping wet, and such a fright!

Wet all over, everywhere,

Clothes, and arms, and face, and hair

Johnny never will forget

What it is to be so wet.

 And the fishes, one, two, three,

Are come back gain, you see;

Up they came the moment after,

To enjoy the fun and laughter.

Each popp'd out his little head,

             And, to tease poor Johnny said:

    "Silly little Johnny, look,

  You have lost your writing book!"

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The Story of Flying Robert

Flying Robert
Flying Robert
Flying Robert

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The Story of Fidgety Philip
Fidgety Philip

Let me see if Philip can

Be a little gentleman

Let me see, if he is able

To sit still for once at table:

Thus Papa bade Phil behave;

And Mamma look'd very grave.

But fidgety Phil,

He won't sit still;

He wriggles

and giggles,

And then, I declare

Swings backwards and forwards

And titlts up his chair,

Just like any rocking horse; -

"Philip! I am getting cross!"

Fidgety Philip

See the naughty restless child

Growing still more rude and wild.

Till his chair falls over quite.

Philip screams with all his might.

Catches at the cloth, but then

That makes matters worse again.

Down upon the ground they fall.

Glasses, plates, knives, forks and all.

How Mamma did fret and frown.

When she saw them tumbling down!

And Papa made such a face!

Philip is in sad disgrace

Fidgety Philip

Where is Philip, where is he?

Fairly cover'd up you see!

Cloth and all are lying on him;

He has pull'd down all upon him.

What a terrible to-do!

Dishes, glasses, snapt in two!

Here a knife, and there a fork!

Philip, this is cruel work.

Table all so bare, and ah!

Poor Papa, and poor Mamma

Look quite cross, and wonder how

They shall make their dinner now


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The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb



Suck-a-Thumb One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,
I must go out and leave you here.

But mind now, Conrad, what I say,

Don't suck your thumb while I'm away.

The great tall tailor always comes
To little boys who suck their thumbs;

And ere they dream what he's about,

He takes his great sharp scissors out,

And cuts their thumbs clean off--and then,
You know, they never grow again."

Mamma had scarcely turned her back,
The thumb was in, Alack! Alack!




The thumb was back inThe door flew open, in he ran,
The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.

Oh! children, see! the tailor's come

And caught out little Suck-a-Thumb.

Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go;

And Conrad cries out "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast,

That both his thumbs are off at last.



red-legged scissor-man

Mamma comes home: there Conrad stands,

And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;

poor Conrad


"Ah!" said Mamma, "I knew he'd come

To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb."

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The Story of the Inky Boys


Inky Boys

As he had often done before, the woolly-headed Black-a-moor
One nice fine summer's day went out to see the shops, and walk about;
And, as he found it hot, poor fellow, he took with him his green umbrella,
Then Edward, little noisy wag, ran out and laughed, and waved his flag;
And William came in jacket trim, and brought his wooden hoop with him;
And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys and joined the other naughty boys.
So, one and all set up a roar, and laughed and hooted more and more,
And kept on singing, - only think! - "Oh, Blacky, you're as black as ink!"

Tall Agrippa

Now tall Agrippa lived close by - so tall, he almost touched the sky;
He had a mighty inkstand, too, in which a great goose-feather grew;
He called out in an angry tone "Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone!
For, if he tries with all his might, he cannot change from black to white."
But, ah! they did not mind a bit what great Agrippa said of it;
But went on laughing, as before and hooting at the Black-a-moor.

Agrippa foams with rage

Then great Agrippa foams with rage look at him on this very page!
He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned, takes William by his little head;
And they may scream and kick and call, into the ink he dips them all;
Into the inkstand, one, two, three, till they are black as black can be;
Turn over now, and you shall see.

See there they are!

See, there they are, and there they run!
The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun.
They have been made as black as crows, quite black all over, eyes and nose,
And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes, and trousers, pinafores, and toys--
The silly little inky boys! because they set up such a roar,
And teased the harmless Black-a-moor.

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The Story of the Man that went out Shooting


  This is the man that shoots the hares;
This is the coat he always wears:
With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun

He's going out to have some fun.


The hare sits snug in leaves and grass,
And laughs to see the green man pass,

He finds it hard, without a pair
Of spectacles, to shoot the hare.

Now, as the sun grew very hot,
And he a heavy gun had got,

He lay down underneath a tree
And went to sleep, as you may see.

And, while he slept like any top,
The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,

Took gun and spectacles, and then
On her hind legs went off again.


The green man wakes and sees her place
The spectacles upon her face;
And now she's trying all she can

To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man.

He cries and screams and runs away;

The hare runs after him all day
And hears him call out everywhere:

"Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!"

Go! Hare, Go!
At last he stumbled at the well,
Head over ears, and in he fell.
The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark!
Bang went the gun—she missed her mark!

He's in the well!

The poor man's wife was drinking up
Her coffee in her coffee-cup;
The gun shot cup and saucer through;

"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"

There lived close by the cottage there

The hare's own child, the little hare;
And while she stood upon her toes,

The coffee fell and burned her nose.

"Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand,

"Such fun I do not understand."


Oh dear I don't trim very well do I, oops. I will have to move my scanner to
an easier place to work with.
It is so-o-o squint!

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The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches

Harriet saw the matches and struck one

It almost makes me cry to tell
What foolish Harriet befell.
Mamma and Nurse went out one day
And left her all alone at play.
Now, on the table close at hand,
A box of matches chanced to stand;

And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,
That, if she touched them, they would scold her.
But Harriet said: "Oh, what a pity!
For, when they burn, it is so pretty;
They crackle so, and spit, and flame:
Mamma, too, often does the same."




The pussy-cats heard this,
And they began to hiss,
And stretch their claws,
And raise their paws;
"Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o,
You'll burn to death, if you do so."

But Harriet would not take advice:
She lit a match, it was so nice!
It crackled so, it burned so clear—
Exactly like the picture here.
She jumped for joy and ran about
And was too pleased to put it out.




In Minutes Harriet was Burning
The Pussy-cats saw this
And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!"

And stretched their claws,
And raised their paws:

"'Tis very, very wrong, you know,
Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o,
You will be burnt, if you do so."

And see! oh, what dreadful thing!
The fire has caught her apron-string;
Her apron burns, her arms, her hair—
She burns all over everywhere.

Then how the pussy-cats did mew—
What else, poor pussies, could they do?
They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain!
So then they said: "We'll scream again;




Oh dear, only Harriets shoes were left
Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o,
She'll burn to death; we told her so."

So she was burnt, with all her clothes,
And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose;

Till she had nothing more to lose
Except her little scarlet shoes;
And nothing else but these was found
Among her ashes on the ground.

And when the good cats sat beside
The smoking ashes, how they cried!
"Me-ow, me-oo, me-ow, me-oo,
What will Mamma and Nursey do?"
Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast,
They made a little pond at last.



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Cruel Fredrick

Here is Cruel Fredrick, see!
A horrid wicked boy was he;
He caught the flies, poor little things,
And then tore off their tiny wings,
He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,
And threw the kitten down the stairs;
And oh! far worse than all beside,
He whipped his Mary, till she cried.



The trough was full, The trough was full, and faithful Tray
Came out to drink one sultry day;
He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,
When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,
And whipped poor Tray till he was sore,
And kicked and whipped him more and more:
At this, good Tray grew very red,
And growled, and bit him till he bled;
Then you should only have been by,
To see how Fred did scream and cry



Cruel Fredrick had to go to bed!
So Fredrick had to go to bed:
His leg  was very sore and red!
The Doctor came, and shook his head,
And made a very great to-do,
And gave him nasty physic too.



But good dog Tray is happy now;


         


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The Story of Augustus
who would not have any Soup



Augustus was a chubby lad;
Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had:

And everybody saw with joy

The plump and hearty, healthy boy.

He ate and drank as he was told,

And never let his soup get cold.

But one day, one cold winter's day,

He screamed out "Take the soup away!

O take the nasty soup away!

I won't have any soup today."

Augustus Next day, now look, the picture shows
How lank and lean Augustus grows!

Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,
The naughty fellow cries out still

"Not any soup for me, I say:

O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today."


The third day comes: Oh what a sin!
To make himself so pale and thin.

Yet, when the soup is put on table,

He screams, as loud as he is able,

"Not any soup for me, I say:

O take the nasty soup away!

I WON'T have any soup today."



Augustus

Look at him, now the fourth day's come!

He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;
He's like a little bit of thread,
And, on the fifth day, he was--dead!


Toby's Bucket
Toby Bucket is Hiding, I am looking for him everywhere.
Shush don't frighten him.Toby is in the rain with his umbrella


Wow, I have found him look.


Diddily has built him and Candy a brand new house to live in.
Toby Bucket and his DogDo go and see how they are settling in.

He is here in Seligor's Castle on page 2.
You can also find them in Diddily dee dot's   Dreamland as well.

Would you believe it, Tilly and Sweetie Pie are here as well!



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