Johny Gruelle: Raggedy Ann Stories: Who knows but that Fairyland is filled with old, lovable Rag Dolls-soft, loppy Rag Dolls who ride through all the wonders of Fairyland in the crook of dimpled arms

As I write this, I have before me on my desk, propped up against the telephone, an old rag doll. Dear old Raggedy Ann! The same Raggedy Ann with which my mother played when a child. There she sits, a trifle loppy and loose-jointed, looking me squarely in the face in a straightforward, honest manner, a twinkle where her shoe-button eyes reflect the electric light. Evidently Raggedy has been to a "tea party" today, for her face is covered with chocolate. She smiles happily and continuously. T...