Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1

by E. W. Cole

Page 50—Dolly Land

Christening Dolly See, this is my Christmas dolly, Two weeks ago she came; And, oh! the trouble I have had To find a pretty name. At first I thought of Marguerite— A French name, meaning "pearl"— But Nellie said, "Oh! that's too stiff For such a graceful girl." And then I mentioned, one by one, Susanna, Ruth, and Poll, "But they are too old-fashioned names Said Nell, "to suit your doll." So the next day I got a great big book, And searched it through and through, Then shook my head and sadly said: "There's not one name will do." My brother Tom was sitting near, He raised his eyes and smiled; "Why, Pussy dear," he kindly said, "Suppose I name your child." "Oh! will you Brother Tom?" I cried, And then I hugged him, so; (hugging her doll.) "We'll play you are the parson That christens folks, you know." So then, he took her in his arms And solemnly and slow He said: "This baby's name shall be Miss Josephine, or Jo." And there, before I knew it, My baby had a name; And what I like about it, is, That mine is just the same. E.C. and J.T. Rook

The Dollies Visit Three little girls brought each a doll, To pass an afternoon; The dresses all were soon displayed, Their bangles made a tune; And when they parted to go home, One young girl shrewdly said: "Our dollies have behaved real nice— They have no scandal spread." W.

The Little Girl Over The Way Whenever I'm tired of reading, Or lonely in my play, I come to the window here, and watch The little girl over the way. But she will not look nor listen, Nor stand for a moment still; And though I watch her the livelong day, I'm afraid she never will. For some day some one will buy her, And carry her quite away;— She is only a doll in a great glass-case, The little girl over the way.

Maggie's Talk to Doll My dolly dear, Come sit up here! And say why you don't cry. I've struck your head Against the bed, And cracked your pretty eye, My dolly dear, Do sit up here, And let me see your face; And say, my pet, Why you don't fret Now Pug has got your place. My pretty Poll My dear, dear doll, Why don't you eat or talk? Like sister Jane, And Sally Blane, And then go for a walk? You have an eye, But never cry, And lips, but never prattle; You've fingers ten, Like brother Ben, But never shake the rattle. You never eat, Nor drink, nor sleep, Nor move unless you're carried: And when I pinch, You never flinch, Nor say that you are worried.

Minnie to Dolly Your hair is so pretty, Your eyes are so blue, Your cheeks are so rosy, Your frock is so new, You're the prettiest dolly I ever did see. Though your hair is so pretty, And your eyes are so blue, I'd rather be Minnie Than I would be you, For you can't see the flowers When they come up in spring; You can't hear the birdies, How sweetly they sing; Nor run out of doors To look in the sky, And see the white clouds As they pass swiftly by. You've no kind of papa Or mamma to be near, To love you and teach you; So, dolly, my dear, Though your cheeks are so rosy, And your dress is so new, I'd rather be Minnie Than I would be you.

My Dolly My Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown, Has a pretty little bonnet, And a pretty little gown; A pretty little bonnet, With a lovely feather on it; Oh, there's not another like it To be found in all the town! My Dolly, Polly, is a precious little pet; Her eyes are bright as jewels, And her hair is black as jet; I hug her, and I kiss her! And oh, how I should miss her If she were taken from me; Oh how I should grieve and fret! My little brother Charley, Says my Dolly is "a muff," And he calls her other horrid names Though that is bad enough; And though he's very clever, I never, no, I never Let him handle her or dandle her, For boys, you know, are rough. My Dolly's always smiling; She was never known to frown. And she looks so very charming In her Sunday hat and gown. You really ought to see her To get a good idea Of the beauty of my Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown.

Dolly's Wedding Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day! Charley has got his night-gown on. Mary has put the chairs: Charley is the clergyman Who'll marry them up-stairs. Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day! Sambo has got an old white hat, And a coat with but one tail; Sambo's face is very black, Dolly's is rather pale. Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day! Sambo has got a woolly pate, Dolly has golden hair. When Sambo marries Dolly, They'll be a funny pair! Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day!