Sitdown Strike – November 17th, 1946

It had been raining off and on for nearly a week and the Chinaman was very discouraged. It was most trying to live in a teapot along with a week's washing of wet clothes even though was a Teenie Weenie washing.

"Allie same me sorry to live all time with wet clothes everywheres," the Chinaman complained to the Turk.

"What you need is a drying house," said the Turk.

"That what me thinks," answered the Chinaman brightly. "Me all time think that belly basket you found the other days would make a velly fine house to dry clothes in."

"Shucks!" exploded the Turk. "We're going to use the boards in that berry basket to put down a new floor in the town hail. That lumber is too good to use for a drying house."

"Allie light," said the Chinaman, "no drying house no more washie. Me do no washie until me gets a place to dry clothes. Me tired living in teapot with wet washie."

The following week the Chinaman refused to do the Teenie Weenie washing. He went fishing with the Dunce and visited Skippy, the chipmunk, and birds who live near the Teenie Weenie village. When two weeks' washing piled up and there were no clean sheets for the Teenie Weenie beds, the little people began to complain. "Allie light," said the Chinaman, "make dry house out of that belly basket and I washie."

Berry baskets are the finest lumber for Teenie Weenie use. The boards are not too thick for Teenie Weenie saws and nails and the men hoard a berry basket for that reason. The Turk offered to move up a pasteboard box for a drying house, but the Chinaman refused that on the grounds that it would get wet and soon break down. Finally there wasn't a clean handkerchief or bed sheet in the village. The Cook washed out his dish towels occasionally and the Lady of Fashion washed her bedclothes and tiny undergarments in a thimble. Finally, the Turk agreed to build a drying house for the Chinaman out of the berry basket the Teenie Weenies had been saving.

The men moved the basket near the teapot, cut in windows, made a door and built on a waterproof roof. The Chinaman was delighted and he set to work washing all the soiled Teenie Weenie clothes. He washed and ironed for days before he had all the clothes clean.

"Me don't mind washie clothes," the Chinaman says, "but me don't all time like to live in teapot with a wet washie drying there."

The Dunce's Letter – November 24th, 1946

Not long ago the Dunce became interested in a little girl who lives in one of the big houses near the Teenie Weenie village. By holding a maple leaf In front of his tiny body, he could get rather close to the little girl without being seen. The little girl had a kitten which she dressed up in her doll's clothes, and that tickled the Dunce.

One day while the family was away the Dunce thought it would be fun to visit the little girl's house. He asked several of the Teenie Weenie men to go along and they soon made their way into the house. The kitten was at home, but it was fast asleep and the little men did not disturb it. They examined everything in the house with much interest and then they climbed up onto a desk that stood in the little girl's room. There were several books. a couple of lead pencils, a bottle of ink, a box, a rule and some pieces of writing paper on the desk.

At first, the little men had lots of fun lying on the rule and measuring themselves. To the Dunce's great delight, he was the tallest Teenie Weenie, measuring 2 1/16 inches - just 1/32 of an inch taller than the Turk.

"I'm going to write a letter," announced the Dunce, picking up one of the pencils. "I know the little girl well enough to write to her."

"But she doesn't know you," the Turk objected. "Maybe she doesn't even know Teenie Weenies live here."

"She'll soon know," the Dunce promised.

The other Teenie Weenies gathered around and looked on while the Dunce struggled with the heavy pencil. The pencil was so big it was about all the Dunce could do to move it along the paper, but finally he managed to pencil out a rather scrawly note.

"I'll bet that little girl will be surprised when she finds this letter," said the Dunce, wiping his sweaty forehead with his sleeve.

When the little girl found the letter on her desk that evening, she was properly surprised. But she had a hard time reading it, for the writing was very bad and the spelling was even worse. After a great deal of puzzling, this is what she read: