With original illustrations by John C. Frohn
BOSTON, MASS.
Henry A. Dickerman & Son.
Publishers 1900.
It won’t make a horse laugh because it wasn’t written for horses:—but any person who can read this book through without laughing must have an impediment in his smilax.
New copyright edition; gilt edge, bound in art cloth, printed on Bengalore book paper from English type, illustrated with ninety-four of the most comical pen and ink “skits” ever seen. Original poster cover in two colors, that will appeal to your bump of humor. Price 50 cents at your dealers, or of the publishers
Henry A. Dickerman & Son
55 Franklin Street, Boston, Mass.
N. B.—A handsome POSTER free with every copy.
A SOFT WORD
FROM
Robert J. Burdette
REGARDING
“What Happened to Wigglesworth”
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Abraham Lincoln once said, “God must love plain people, because he made so many of them.” Then humor must be heaven born, because it glorifies the commonplace.
Mr. Fuller’s humor has no need of the finger post of an introduction. His manner bears no stamp save that of his own personality. His characters introduce themselves as old friends, who try to surprise us by thinly disguised voices, by the change of a beard, or the innocent assumption of ignorance of our identity. The people concerning whom Mr. Fuller writes in these chronicles, he would have us believe dwell in Maine. But I knew them in Illinois; you have them in New York; they are your neighbors in California. We recognize them as old friends. Some busy years have separated us; a multitude of cares have swarmed into our lives and driven them out of our thought, and grateful are we that this apostle of humor suddenly turns the limelight of his humor upon the stage of this old work-a-day world of ours, revealing the little group of actors to our gaze saying, “Did you ever see these people before?” And our ready, happy looks of glad and instant recognition contradict our “No we never did” that goes with the extended hand of welcome greeting. Into his book, Mr. Fuller has put the laughter of our own lives. Our highest and most grateful appreciation of what he has done, will be to take the laughter of his book into our own hearts.
Robert J. Burdette.
Cairo, Egypt, February 6, 1901.