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T ISTEN! The great secret is "■""' about to be revealed. The identity of Bobby Bumps is at last discovered. Earl Hurd, the creator of that now famous cartoon character, is shy, and he is wily ; but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth has at last been wrung from him. The interviewer tracked him to his studio lair and at the point of a trusty 22-caliber fountain pen made the man confess.
It seems that, a few years ago and somewhat prior to the time when J. R. Bray, the dean of motion picture cartoonists, was making his first experiments in the animating of drawn figures, there occurred an event of great moment in the Hurd family — which was no less than the appearance on the scene of Earl Hurd, Jr. Now there is nothing startling in such an occurrence; indeed, it happens in the best regulated families. But the sequel is yet to be told.
Earl Junior grew, as juniors will, in body and mind and energy. Especially in energy. It wasn't
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long before a Harlem flat was too small to hold him, and his parents were forced to take a country house on Long Island. Whatever that boy thought of, he carried out, and what he could invent would fill tomes.
Now, most families keep a record— a neat little book, a slender volume, as the publishers of verse say — of all the cute sayings and cunning acts of their first born. So did the Hurds; but by the time that Earl Junior had passed the "Ah-goo!" stage, they were panting breathlessly in the rear, inkbespattered and disheveled, inquiring of each other: "What was that he said?" and "Wait, my dear; just see what he's doing now!"
Well, of course, a man can't dance attendance on his son and earn a living at the same time — or so people have always heretofore thought — and Mr. Hurd had almost concluded to give up the hopeless pursuit, when one evening, the 'object" of their thoughts and care being quiescent for the night, his mother and father took
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When Junior looks like this, Senior knows he is in for a busy day.
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Bobby, like an able general, always plans carefully for his next offensive.