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"Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe, Anthony J. Drexel 
Biddle roams among the fields and gardens of literature culling 
with the industry of the bee sweets of every flavor. To provoke 
the risibilities and promote digestion, try a course of his 


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The only observable fault being that they were compounded in 
such homoeopathic doses. His versatile acquaintance with all 
classes of dialects, his thorough grasp of the humors of a situation, 
illuminate the lines of these laughable little sketches with an 
electric brilliancy." V-ittaburg Press. 

"A. J. D. Biddle is acquiring a decided reputation as a humor 
ist. " Charleston News and Courier. 

"There seems no end to some men's versatility. Take Mr. 
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, of Philadelphia, for instance. He is 
a fellow of the American Geographical Society, and has a wide 
reputation as a traveler and man of science. He was well known 
as an historical and descriptive writer, notably through his book 
on "The Madeira Islands," which was read everywhere. Well, one 
day not long ago he branched out into a new field and wrote a 
most ridiculous 'Froggy Fairy Book' for children that made an 
instantaneous hit. And now here he is with a new volume, 
'Shantytown Sketches,' told in the dialects of the various divis 
ions of the lower five, and, more than that, well told. His Irish 
men are real Irishmen, anfl talk like Irishmen, and his Germans 

never forget where they came from 

One can't help feeling that Mr. Biddle should add just a little 
more to his rather formidable title he should be styled Good 
Fellow of the American Geographical Society." Kansas City Times. 

" 'Shantytown Sketches' is brim full of humorous anecdotes 
and stories, some of which have appeared in many prominent 
journals and comic weeklies, and which have been favorably re 
ceived and commented upon. Besides these are a number of dia 
lect sketches which have hitherto been unpublished. The work 
proves Itself to be the production of genius." Scranton Republican. 

The above work is for sale by all booksellers, or will be sent by 
Drexel Biddle, Publisher, postage prepaid, to any part of the United 
States, Canada, or Mexico, or by Gay & Bird, to any part of Great 
Britain, on receipt of the price. 


"Some of the dialect selections are well suited for public reci 
tation." Trot/ Ritdgct. 

"The author makes many decided hits, and his humor and 
sprightllness are unfailing." Suit Lake City Trilmne. 

"The book will be read extensively for its humor." The 

"It sparkles with fun from cover to cover." Burlingtan Hnu-k 

"Shows an acquaintance with the Irish, German and negro 
dialects and the characteristics of the ignorant people of these 
races. Mr. Anthony J. Drexel Biddle is the author, and the dozen 
short sketches which comprise the volume prove him to be an 
appreciative observer with a keen sense of the humorous element 
in the lives of the foreign elements of our population. All the 
sketches are short, terse and wholesomely funny, and show an 
intimate acquaintance with the dialect and colloquisims of the un 
educated poor of a great city 

Mr. Biddle's experience as a newspaper reporter has given him 
opportunities to observe the phases of life of which these sketches 
treat, with which many individuals are acquainted, and the school 
ing of his profession has made it easy for him to catch the central 
thoughts of the situations and surround them with the auxiliary 
episodes to make them complete. 

" 'Shantytown Sketches' is light and amusing reading, and 
many of them are especially well suited for recitation on the con 
cert platform." Boston Times. 

"Mr. Biddle is a successful maker of books, and he wields a 
graceful pen." Boston Globe. 

"These sketches are in dialect and the correctness with which 
the author handles the subject shows that he is gifted with great 
powers of observation. 

"The writer who gives his own ideas of the dialect of the nu 
merous characters in our midst, soon finds himself astray, indeed 
an object of ridicule. 

"Mr. Biddle approaches the subject carefully, showing that 
he not only observes, but that he has studied the eccentricities and 
characteristics of the several nationalities he depicts 

"Mr. Biddle's long service as a newspaper man serves him in 
good stead in this character of sketch. He has met and conversed 

The above work is for sale by all booksellers, or will be sent by 
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with the people of whom he writes, he has noticed their peculiar 
ities, and now that he has turned his attention to book writing 
he has an immense stock from which he can draw. Being still in 
the heydey of youth, and with perceptive faculties which develop 
with experience; he is still adding to the store, so that there is no 
appreciable diminution of his stock in trade. 

"Nor does he confine himself to prose. The divine afflatus is 
summoned at will. "Remember und take Varning" has not only 
the proper rhythmic jingle, but embodies a wise sentiment and 
tells it briefly and to the point. 

"This work will be a decided accession to the home library." 
Philadelphia, Evening Item. 

Opinions of the British Press. 

" 'Shantytown Sketches' contains humorous prose and poetry in 
Irish brogue, broken German, and the negro dialect. Verses in 
the style of Hans Brcitmnnn are amusing." The Manchester Gunr- 

"Well printed on thick paper, and prettily bound. "Gl<ix!/tnv 

"These sketches are exceedingly well done. They show a close 
acquaintance with Irish, Je"w, German, and Negro-English as It 
is spoken in America. The sketches are full of humor, and paint 
the lighter side of life amongst the classes indicated." 'The Shef 
field Independent. 

"A series of popular and humorous pieces In dialect." The 
Scotsman, Edinburgh. 


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TION 45 















Mrs. Mulhooney's Receiving Day 


OOD afthernoon, Mrs. Mulhooney, an' this 
is yer day fer resavin', is it?" 

"Ah moy, an' is thot you, Mrs. O'Conner? Yis 
this is moy day 'to home/ an' it's glad Oi be to see 
you. Take a seat by the foire here, an' come in! 
An' how be yez shtanding the atmosphere this cloi- 

"Oh! It's doyin' Oi am, Mrs. Mulhooney!" 

"Aye, yer face looks ill, Mrs. O'Conner. Ye should 
take a roide in thim new electhric cars wot runs on 
Catharine Street- now. Begob, it's a great thing fer 
Philadelphie to hov thim an' on'y five cents too, 
Mrs. O'Conner, fer a nice afthernoon's roide from wan 
ind av the metrolopus to the other. It would do yer 
health good to take one, fer indade it was on'y yist- 
erday thot Pat says ter me: 'Faith, an' Mrs. O'Conner 
looks es if she were goin' ter be the cause of a "wake" 
soon,' an' he was roight, fer indade yer look kinder 
thot way." 

"Faith, Mrs. Mulhooney, an' it's a roight com- 
fortin' an' sympathitic friend yez are an' how is 
Pat doin' now?" 



"Oh, foinly, Mrs. O'Conner; he's struck a job av 
wurrk over to Wist Philadelphie wid an' ' upper ten 
family.' " 

"An' phwat's he doin' there?" 

"Roiding on the top av a carriage all over the city, 
as if he owned the whole concern, wid the Misses 
sittin' quoiet loike insoide, an' he's gettin' thot shtuck 
up, Mrs. O'Conner, ez he wouldn't aven take aff his 
hat whin he drove past me the other day, an' me his 
woife, too. He tould me aftherwards thot he moight 
git the bounce ef he took aff his hat to anybody whoile 
he wuz settin' an the box. He said ther Misses didn't 
allow her coachman to bow to them wat they know 
noice manners thot they teach among the 'upper 
ten,' phwhat?" 

"Och, Mrs. Mulhooney, the loike wuz never 

heerd tell av before An ph what's ailin' the goat? 

Niver a-wunst did he offer to run at me whin Oi 
kirn in!" 

"Willie's bin ailin' since this toime lashst Chues- 
day, whin he ate moy hat. The hat pins '11 show 
t'rough his skin soon, an' thin Oi'll pull 'em out wid a 
monkey-wrench . ' ' 

"Mrs. Mulhooney! 

"But shpakin' av pullin' remoinds me av me brud- 



der's cousin. She's just baught the foinest sit av 
teeth iver owned in our family. Siveral av her teeth 
wuz givin' her pains, an' she conceaved the plan to 
hov 'em all pulled, which she done. Her new ones 
wuz four months a makin', an' their cost yez will 
doubtless obsarve in nixt wake's 'Hibernian.' 

"But Oi must be an , Mrs. Mulhooney. Oi shup- 
pose yer goin' to do honor this avenin' ter the return 
av Mr. O'Blather, by lindin' yer prisence ter the oc 
casion av his lecture." 

"Boy rights Oi am, Mrs. O'Conner, fer Oi hare thot 
O'Blather's not on'y the coming man, but thot he's 
came. He's bristed the ocean wave in search av 
knowledge, ain't he?" 

"He hov, an' we'll all turn out ter welcome him 
back ter the land av Oirish stews an' politics." 

"Well, since yez must be lavin' Oi shuppose ye'll 
depart, Mrs. O'Conner. It's damp weather, an' Oi 
hope the rain do not effect yer spirits." 

"Oi nivir mix dhrinks, Mrs. Mulhooney, t'anks. 
Oi kape the cork in me spirits bottle this weather, so 
the water do not dhrip in t'rough the neck. Good 


O'Blather's Lecture on " Arnitholology " 


A KNTTHOLOLOGY is wan av the best known 
** methods av shtudyin' burrids an' their cus 
toms," said Mr. O'Blather, addressing the cultured 
meeting assembled to hear his learned discourse on 
feathered foicl. 

Shamrock Alley elite were in attendance that even 
ing to do honor to Mr. O'BlatherV return from "fur- 
ren paarts." He had been on a business trip to 
India,* he explained by way of introduction to his 
discourse, and, "Whoile in the heathen land," (a stay 
of some four days,) he had undertaken "the shtudy 
av the burrid which in India flourishes in profusion." 

In an appropriate and poetical manner, Mr. 
O'Blather first touched upon the "Burrids av beauty 
an' av sang." In this connection he said : 

"The burrids av sang are plentiful in their rarity. 
They flourish manifold an' numerous. 

* The nature of Mr. O'Blather's business trip may be explained 
in that he had shipped for the round voyage, in the capacity of 
stevedore, on an eastern bound tramp steamer which touched at 



"Firrist there is the mocking-burrid thot can ape 
any other burrid's voice an' intonation better thon 
any ape can ape a monkey, which, ez yez all know, 
is great at impersonations an' imitations. In truth, 
the mocking-burrid is to the race av feathered fowl 
what the hyena is to the race av quadruped four- 
footed bastes. As moy learned listeners doubtless 
know, Oi will not tell them thot 'hyena' manes in 
Indian to imitate, or above imitation 'hy' maneing 
above, an' 'ena' maneing any above any, or above 
any at imitation; fer ye know thot to thranslate a 
thrue maneing, yez must always lave some word to 
the imagination, an' then put it in to make sense 

A unanimous murmur of admiration arose from 
the spell-bound audience at this philosophical and ap 
parently logical explanation; and thus encouraged, 
Mr. O'Blather continued: 

"Far be it from me, ladies an' gentlemen, to ex 
temporize an the hyena's lonely laugh, or av how he 
imitates the crying av an innocent babe in the torrid 
desert. The hyena is a king av imitators; he is an 
actor among bastes, but the mocking-burrid is his 
superior, an' it's av burrids Oi am shpakin'. Faith, 
the mocking-burrid is a burrid, an' then there is a 
cock-or-two (cockatoo) an' a screech-owl. 



"But the purtiest songster av thim all is the 
chicken-patty. There is always a rayson fer the 
namin' av a species, an' Oi nade not tell yez afther 
whom the chicken-patty is called; fer av course, yez 
hev all heard tell av the world-wide lady singer, Mrs. 

"Now, the chicken-patties are the religious burrids 
av the natives, who, though heathens, are great wor 
shippers in their own pagan fashion. The chicken- 
patties are kept in the temples, where they are the 
swate imblems av musical harmony, peace an' love." 
On being interrupted and asked by one of his in 
terested hearers to "give a description of a chicken- 
patty," Mr. O'Blather appeared for an instant discon 
certed. But he quickly regained his self-command, 
and, drawing himself up to his full height, announced 
with dignity and grave enthusiasm that "the chicken- 
patty wiiz beyond description." 

Then, apparently annoyed at the untimely inter 
ruption, Mr. O'Blather paused. On being urged by 
his hearers, he condescended to proceed, however. 

"The chicken-patty is the swate imblem to the In 
dian temple as the dove is the howly imblem av the 
Christian church. 

"An', whoile touchin' an temples, it \vould be ap- 


propriate to till yez av the bun-ids av prayer. In 
English these very burrids are called carrion, an' they 
do carry on outrageous at the temples, though the 
prastes niver shtop thim, fer they call thim howly. 
There niver is a wake in this pagan land, fer all the 
dead corpses are placed soide by soide an the walls 
av the temples, where they becomes pray fer the bur- 
rids av prayer what picks them to pieces wid heart- 
rendering shrieks." 

Here another of the audience interrupted, and 
asked the lecturer if he did not mean birds of prey 
instead of birds of prayer: he stated that he kept a 
bird store, and merely inquired for information. 

Still another of the interested hearers piped up 
and said, "Hy'r lave aff about burrids, an' tell us av 
the Indian war-dance." 

A more inopportune interruption could not have 
occurred. Mr. O'Blather grew furiously indignant, 
and stated that he would close his lecture "Widout 
further comment." And which he did, first stating 
that "Indian war-dances do not occur in the Oriental 
East, but only take place among the untamed Indians 
av America's woild peraries." 

But while three of the audience had been so ill- 
bred as to interrupt the lecturer, the others had lis- 



tened with profound attention. However, none now 
urged Mr. O'Blather to exercise further his powers 
of oratory. So Mr. O'Blather descended from the 
platform. And he was soon one of the merriest par 
takers of the feast of beer and cheese that followed, 
at his expense. 

Later, when daylight trickled in through the smoky 
windows of the saloon, it found many of O'Blather's 
guests still making merry. Upon one of the ladies 
sweetly asking the Indian Ornithologist to again tune 
up his. lyre, he refused by murmuring that he felt 
"too full for utterance." 

He, however, finally did condescend to sing a short 
ballad, which he stated to be the most sacreligious 
and soul-offending of all ballads to the turbaned In 
dian. It was against the sacred bird of India, the 
chicken-patty, ho announced in awe-inspiring voice; 
and then he slowly chanted, 

"Oh the chickens grow so tall 
Thot they kill them in the fall, 
And they eat them feathers and all, 
Down in Bombay." 

At the conclusion three cheers were given for 
O'Blather, and the party broke up. 


A Petition from Dwellers in Shantytown 

to have Mention made of them 

in the Newspaper 


T^O the Reporters: "Iverybody takes their hat 

* aff to me" has nothin' to do wid the question 
in this case. 

Why in the divil do yerz high-flown reporters al 
ways publish all "society news" among the big bugs, 
an' niver so much as mention wan av onr names? 

Slmre'n this is a free country, ain't it, an' hoven't 
we as much av a roight ter be in the paper as the 
next feller? 

We hov', indade! 

Faith, an' didn't we rade in last Monday's paper 
a long article about a Miss Wayup givin' a house 
party out to the Divil's Inn* (is it they call it?), and 
didn't the article tell the names av ivery wan prisent? 

Yis, indade; ayven to a Mr. and Mrs. Cook, which 
is the stylish way, we suppose, thot yez make men 
tion av the cook and his woife! 

Now, an the other hand, there's Pat O'Conner, who 
is just afther givin' a Wake, in commemoration av 
his dead Grandmother (the Lord rest her soul), the 
loikes av which has not been surpassed in grandeur, 

* Devon Inn. 



for years, in this paart av the town. Not wan word 
did yerz publish about thot in yer blamed society 

We also obsarve, wid great sarcasm, thot we read 
wid pleasure the names av all the stayers down to the 
seashore last week, an' the McMurphys an' McGuires 
who wor resoidin' at the Wayside Inn, wor niver men 
tioned at all. 

These are only some illustrations av a big problem 
which is worryin' us Americans down here greatly, 
an' unless we see our names in the "society news" 
pretty soon, the whole entoire population av' Shanty- 
town will niver so much ez look at yer blamed paper 

If, likewise, also, at ony tonne, wan av you re 
porters should want to become a policeman, we'll 
make it hot fer him. 

Witness our signachewrs: 



(The brother of Pat who gave the wake.) 



Remember Und Take Yarning 


\ 7 ON day vile temporizing 

On a moralizing blan, 
It shtruck me, how der shky grow? dark 
Chust pefore der rain pegan. 

Dere's someding alvays varns vone, 
Like an aftenvards pefore: 
Like der motion ohf a moving 
Heralds slamming ohf a door. 

A rattle-snake does rattle 
As it goils to take a spring; 
Und a bee does do some buzzing 
Chust pefore it tries to sting. 

Remember und take varning 
Vrom dese blain und simple vordt?, 
Dot a someding alvays happens 
Pefore Happening occurs. 

Advice to a Newspaper Reporter from 

" Von Grand Vriend ohf Der Profession " 


reporter's life vas von grand series ohf ox- 
citing coincidences und adventures in Bohe 
mia don't em? Ain't it? Is it nod? 

Der reporting race vas ein schmall vite race py 
demselves, coming originally from dot land Bohemia, 
but now mostly Creoles. 

Der brincibal raquirement of ein reporter should 
pe to have von strong institutions und blenty of real 
istic seashore sand; der rest vas gained py hard exper 
iences und dimes, outside ohf, on top ohf, underneath 
don't 'em? 

Der reporter's politics vas not his own, as dey vas 
governed entirely py dot party which is nod in der 
box; or, in odder vordts, he must vote for nobody" 
somedimes und somebody no dimes! 

Games vas good recriations, aber der fellows vat 
plays ball mit dere feet make me feel like I vas on 
poard ship in onbleasant vedder! Dis vorldt vas full 
of laziness und shtupidity, aber der latter does some- 
dimes go der former pefore! It don't vas efery plack, 



threatening cloud your head ofer vat makes you put 
up your umbrella; likewise, also, vat? 

I vill here state, howsomefer, dot I pegan mit der 
intentions of ending somedime, und der dime lias 
came! Dese vas hardt dimes don't 'em? -Der 
vonce vas plenty ain't it? Haf lots ohf cheek und 
act as if you vas living in Gaul! 

Concluding vas not easy ven interesting, aber I 
must stop! "Der column vas chust completed." So 
good-pye until-yesterday. 

An Heiress 


r sommer ven die sun game up 
It vos apout vour o'clock. 
Mein frau und me, ve used to rise 
Mit der growing ohf der cock. 

But now I've got lots ohf money 
LTnd a fine, spanking daughter. 
I t'ink I glose mein shop, und take 
Mein child agross de vater. 

So up ve packs und 'vay ve goes 
A sailing over de seas. 
Upon de ocean vide, rolling, 
Ve suffered mit ship disease. 

Landed. Ve done der gondinent, 
Meinself und mein frau und girl. 
Und den ve vent to Gross Britain 
To find a duke or an earl. 

I reads an advertisement: a 
Lady in society 

Vould, vor a stated sum baid down, 
Gif girls nodoriety. 


I answered de advertisement, 
Und de lady sent vor me. 
I handed her von hundred pounds. 
Den she gave mein girl a tea. 

Bnt such a growd ohf dudes und gawkes 

I nefer pefore haf seen 

As game in to meet de heiress. 

I t'ink dey t'ought I vas green. 

Mein daughter, she got disgusted 
Mit de parties, fetes und teas, 
Dough she got lots ohf -proposals 
Vrom nobles, upon deir knees. 

She didn't care vor Englishmen, 
Deutsch or Union men vas pest. 
Ve grossed pack to America. 
Shall I tell to you de rest? 

Veil, mein daughter's not yet married. 
She's refused a Count vrom France. 
I really don't know vat to do! 
Von't you gome und take a chance? 



An Interrupted Debate on the Woman's 
Rights Question 


TO dose gaddered in Conbersation Hall dis 
ebenin', I hab pleasure in introduciii' de 
'baters ob de occasion/' quoth the master of the cere 
monies, a tall, solemn looking negro. 

His announcement was greeted by a flutter of ex 
citement among the audience: gossipy grannies and 
ogling damsels craned their heads forward to catch 
the first glimpse of Mr. Speak Easy, the brilliant but 
opposing candidate for the honors of the evening. 
Mr. Speak Easy stepped out upon the platform, and 
made his bow of acknowledgment to a welcome of 
very faint applause. He appeared as representative 
from the Philadelphia Anti-Blumer Club, an organi 
zation in small favor down Colored Street. But he 
iras a city swell. 

Mr. Philander Wampus Winslow, the popular 
member of the Watermelon-Patch Society, was next 
presented. He was a fat, jolly man with a counte 
nance as black as anthracite. The visitor was ac 
corded the courtesy of the floor for the first twenty 
minutes; but he declined, stating that he preferred 



to hear the argument of his opponent before making 
any remarks himself. 

Brother Philander therefore arose, and a stamping 
of feet and clapping of hands caused him to refrain 
from speaking for some moments. As the noise sub 
sided he cleared his throat with excessive violence, 
and, striking a dramatic attitude, began: 

"De woman's rights women. 
Dey has but one song: 
Dey wants all deir rights, an' 
Dey wants to right wrong." 

Mr. Speak Easy sprang to his feet. "Pardon me, 
Mistah Chairman," he interrupted, "ef I venture to 
conjecture that the ladies' rights subject does not 
touch upon the question of penmanship. Did I not 
understahn' mah worthy rival to say that the ladies 
possessed the desire to write wrong?" 

"Not at all, sah," exclaimed Brother Philander, 

The chairman stumbled to his feet and asked, 

"Jest what did you say, Philander? I am regret- 
fulling, but I disremembah." 

Philander chuckled: "Guess you wuz 'bout do/dn' 
off; I'll repeat et fo' youah obligation." 



A gaudily dressed negro rose in the audience. "Dey 
wants to right wrong ob co'se," he said. "We all 
undahstan's! An' dat's all ets needed." 

A fat, old woman, a few seats removed, nodded 
her wooly head approvingly. "Da's a mighty brainy 
poem! Mighty brainy! Mistah Winslow's gwyne 
ter loin dis hyar 'scussion suah!" 

Brother Philander repeated the four lines of his 
verse slowly and with much emphasis; and, as he con 
cluded, the women of the audience screamed in their 
enthusiasm and delight. 

Mr. Chairman stepped to the front of the platform ; 
his manner was very nervous as he turned partially 
around so that the sweep of his vision might include 
Mr. Speak Easy as well as the audience. 

"Ah trust," he said, "dat dere'll be no disturbance. . 
Fo' none ain't necessitous. Mistah Speak Easy is 
hyah dis ebenin' at ouah invitation. We challenged 
his club to a 'scussion upon de great question ob de 
day, an' his club sent him to represent dem in de ali 
gnment. Now, ef et ain't agreeable to ouah folks to 
heah Mistah Speak Easy's 'bating, et ain't necessitous 
fo' us to listen. But on de same reason dere ain't 
no occasion fo' violence." 



A great, burly negro, at a far end of the hall, sang 

"Come aroun' some oder night, 
Fo' dey's gwyne ter be a fight, 
Dere'll be razors a flyin' in de air." 

Mr. Chairman raised his hand, and called, "Sil 
ence!" Then he addressed the representative of the 
Anti-Blumer Club. 

"Mistah Speak Easy, yo' know de motto ob ouah 
society is 'Woman's Rights.' So you's rubbin' us on 
a sore place when yo' runs up against ouah motto. 
\\ c's a high-spirited lot ob niggahs down 'n dis locali- 
tation, an' Ah reckon dat we can't keep calm in hear- 
in' alignment agin ouah motto. Ef yo' will do us de 
kindness to subsist f'om youah recitation, howevah, 
we will call de 'bating off fo' dis ebenin'." 

Mr. Speak Easy agreed to the proposition; he had 
the good sense to see that numbers were against him. 

Brother Philander Wampus Winslow's 
Discourse on "De Modern People 
Am Exactly Laike de Ancients" 


[The following report of Mr. Winslow's speech may serve to 
illustrate the power of elocution.] 

1ST the night of the next meeting of the Grand 
Watermelon-Patch Debating Society, Conver 
sation Hall was filled to overflowing. 

Deacon Jeremiah Jefferson delivered a long ad 
dress, the subject of which was "I)e Modern People 
Am Not Laike de Ancients." He resinned his seat 
with the air of the self-satisfied victor to whom 
"honors are easy." And he awaited the contradictory 
delivery of his opponent, Brother Philander Wampus 

The latter arose with considerable deliberation, 
and, eyeing the audience with a very knowing expres 
sion, said, 

"Leddies an' Gemrnen: I'll begin mah alignment 
by sayin' dat what Deacon Jeremiah Jefferson said 
ain't tme, owin' ter de fact dat Samson war laike unto 
a great modern actor, 'kase he brought down de house ; 
dis sayin' am entirely original, an' am chose fo' de 


express purpose ob illustratin' de fact dat 'de modern 
people am exactly laike de ancients.' 

"De odder day I heard a feller say dat he t'ought 
cinnamon war de great spice; but, leddies an' gem- 
men, I considah nutmeg greater (grater). 

"Somebody sez dat a niggah's skin ain't exactly 
black, but de feller what sez dat am color-blind in 
my opinion. 

"A great question once riz as to weddah de mos' 
finest gals got married or stayed single; an' it war 
decided dat de mos' finest gals stayed single. Now 
I beg to differ, an' say dat mah observation has been 
dat de mos' finest gals get married; but I'd laike to 
add dat I don't tink de gals' fadders realize deir value 
when dey 'give dem away.' 

"Mah grandmodder used to be a bery good woman 
when she was on dis firmament; an' one ting she was 
bery interested in waz sewin'. She sewed lots fo' de 
poor, until one day a tramp come along, an' goin' up 
to mah grandmodder, he took a button out of his 
pocket, an' said: 'Please sew a shirt on dis fo' me.' 
She nebber done no moah sewin' fo' de poor after dat; 
so I gib you dis motto: 'Doan hab cheek.' An' now, 
leddies an' gemmen, mah savin' am said ; but go away 
wid mah discourse printed upon de paper ob youah 



hearts^ an' uebber let nobody say agin dat de modern 
people ain't laike de ancients." 

Brother Philander Wampus Winslow resumed his 
seat amid a clamor of applause, and when Deacon 
Jeremiah Jefferson arose to renew his argument, he 
was hissed and jeered while the people cried, 

"Samson am laike de modern actor 'kase he brought 
down de house." 

At this juncture the Judge arose, and, calling sil 
ence, announced that Mr. Philander Wampus Win- 
slow had made "de mos' finest speech," and had, 
therefore, won the debate. He concluded by saying: 
"I mil add dat I am requested to gib de following 
notice: 'De Guild fo' de Prevention ob Cruelty to 
Chickens will meet here next Wednesday aftahnoon, 
at foah o'clock, an' Miss Raspberry Rosetree will be 
pleased to see membahs*ob de flock at her house on 
next Tuesday aftahnoon, to meet seberal membahs ob 
de Gran' Watermelon-Patch Society.' ' 


At the Theatre 
From the Gallery Standpoint 




M : 

attired in his best Sunday clothes as he led 
his beaming spouse to a seat in the "peanut gallery" 
with grace well befitting one who had so recently 
taken first prize in the "Grand Philadelphia Cake 
Walk." When the asbestos curtain began slowly to 
ascend, a small boy sitting next to Mr. Lincoln leaned 
eagerly forward, but was quickly pulled back again 
by a man who demanded, in a stern voice, 

"Now, mein leedle Jakey, vat vor you get so ox- 
cited ven de fire-proof gurtain goes up, ain't it?" 

"O fader," the boy replied, "I alvays like to get me 
der most for mein money, und I vant to see all vat 
dere is to be seen, vrom de peginning to der end!" 

This answer seemed to please the father, who patted 
his son on the back and murmured, 

"Leetle Jakey vill make ein great peeseness man 
some day!" 

"Good avening, Mister Morgenstein, faith an it's 
yourself is it, thot I see at the theaythre?" said a 
jovial-looking Irishman, who was just about to take 
the seat next to Mr. Morgenstein. 



"Ah, Meester Fitzgerald, it don't vas glad I am to 
see you, und how fine und nobby you do look in dem 
pants; vy dey fits you like der paper on der vail, und 
I also tells you dat you vas strikin' ein grand pargain 
ven I sold dem to you dis morning!" 

"Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald, dem's der pants vat it takes 
two pairs ohf to show der pattern!" added Jakey en 

Further conversation was cut short by the rising 
of the curtain. 

The first act amused all our friends, who sat with 
wide-open mouths "taking it in;" and when the cur 
tain fell, Jakey Morgenstein and his father clapped 
and hurrahed, while Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln regarded 
them with a supercilious smile, and Mr. Fitzgerald 
roared with laughter until the next act began. 

A midnight scene in a graveyard made Mrs. Lin 
coln shudder and hug close up to her husband, who 
instantly assumed an unconscious and far-away ex 
pression. An Italian, sitting next to Mrs. Lincoln, 
frightened her all the more by grinding his teeth and 
muttering to himself whenever the banditti on the 
stage brandished their long knives. 

When the villain stabbed the hero, and the latter 
fell from a seemingly stupendous height to the floor 
of the stage, Mr. Fitzgerald exclaimed, 

"O my, but thot must hov hurt!" 

And he went off into a fit of laughter which lasted 
until Mr. Morgenstein touched him on the shoulder 



and told him in a mysterious whisper that it was not 
"good peeseness bolicy" to laugh too much. During 
the following entre-acte Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln went 
out to get some pink lemonade, and Messrs. Morgen- 
stein and Fitzgerald remained in their seats and re 
viewed the gossip of "Shantytown." 

"I haven't seen Tim Flynn av late; ph what's be 
came av him?" asked Mr. Fitzgerald. 

"Ach he vos into mein shop only a veek ago," Mr. 
Morgenstein said. "He left ein suit ohf glothes uiid 
ein vatch mit me, but said he vould gome pack again 
for dem in a few days. Says he, 'Der height ohf 
mein ambition vas reached, Isaac; I have begome ein 
actor since I seen you last.' He said he vas blayin' 
two barts down to der Standard Theatre." 

"Phwhat wor they; 'off an' on?' " suggested Mr. 
Fitzgerald, Avith a twinkle in his eye. 

"He didn't say oxactly vat der names ohf der parts 
vas," Mr. Morgenstein continued, taking his friend's 
question seriously, "but he told me vat he had to do. 
Says he, 'I vear a heafy suit ohf armor in der first 
agt; in der segond agt I vear a pirate's suit und gary 
ein large tin sword in mein hand. In der third act 
I gome out dressed in der armor again. Der vas ten 
oder fellers dressed chust like me. Ve have ein cap 
tain vat does all der talkin' vor us. In der first agt 
ve sing ein gorus to a song vat der captain sings der 
vordts ohf. In der segond agt ve have to make ein 
lot ohf faces und say, 'Ve vill, ve vill/ ven der cap- 


tain says, 'Shall ve steal de girl from her fader's 
home?' In der third agt ve have a 'scrap.' Der 
captain gets de girl. Ve gif t'ree cheers, und der 
gurtain vails vile der girl's fader vas doin' ein song 
und dance.' ' 

A blank expression was on the face of his listener 
as Mr. Morgenstein concluded. The speaker himself 
did not appear to understand the exact drift of what 
he had just said. The mutual conclusion was, how 
ever, that Tim Flynn was on the road to fame and 

When Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln returned to their 
seats, the former got into quite a spirited discussion 
with Mr. Morgenstein, who accused Mr. Lincoln of 
shutting out the view, tramping on his feet, and dis 
turbing his comfort generally, when he and his wife 
clambered past. During the following act Mr. Lincoln 
and Mr. Morgenstein continued their discussion in an 
undertone which, by degrees, grew more lively, and 
especially so when two little darkies appeared and 
sang "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-aye." Mr. Lincoln main 
tained that it was "a shame fo' respectable colored 
folks to let themselves be made such fools of by w'ite 
trash." Mr. Morgenstein wanted to know where the 
"white trash" was, and he scoffed at the idea that any 
colored folks were "respectable" in comparison with 
"der vite gentlemens at der blay." 

Mr. Fitzgerald leaned over and made some loud 
and stinging remarks about "niggers and hen-coops." 



At this juncture the actors stopped in the perfor 
mance, while cries of "Go it there!" "Silence!" and 
"Put 'em out!" arose from various quarters of the 
building; Messrs. Morgenstein and Lincoln found 
themselves the central objects of all eyes. 

But Mr. Lincoln felt equal to the occasion. Arising, 
he leaned over the railing, and thus addressed the 
audience: "Gemmen and leddies ob dese hyar United 

"S s sh!" cried the people. 

"Oh, I beg de leddies' pahdons, I should hab said 
de leddies and geimuen; I proceeded wid mah con- 
bersation jess ez ef I war one ob de w'ite folks down 
dere, fo' I knowed dat war de right way to do in de 
freatre, kase I'se often be'n up'n de top gallery w'en 
de w'ite folks in de freatre pahties talked so loud dat 
de people wot war actin' couldn't remember deir own 

The noise and excitement had become intense. 
"Put him out! Put him out!" the people cried, and 
several ushers came rushing towards Mr. Lincoln. 

"Guess we'd bettah take ouah departure from dis 
w'ite trash hole, Saliana!" said the latter to his ad 
miring spouse; and, giving her his arm, the two 
walked grandly out. 

The noise ceased, the audience quieted down again, 
and Mr. Morgenstein rubbed his hands with delight, 
remarking to Jakey, "I got der pest ohf der pargain 
dot dime!" 


"James Mooney, now yew hurry up, an' don't 
be all day about it neither. My lands, we'll miss 

thet boat to the picnic, f er sure ! 1 declare, yew 

stop. to chin with every Tom, Dick and Harry 

"All right, Minty, but you would have me go 
into politics, an' this is what you get. You told 
me to make a name for myself. I have to be 
pleasant to every body so as to become popular 
against election day . . . ' 

"How-de-do, Jim. Please gib me ten dollahs. 
Dere's a pow r 'ful la'ge fambily down mah way ct 
needs convertin'; dey're dead agin us now, an' a 
tenner'll bring 'em roun'. Ef we gets 'em, we gets 
de wahd (ward), fo' dey hab a lot ob fren's dat 
always relies on dere perlitical jedgment fo' de way 
dey casts dere votes." 

"All right, Sam; don't explain any more. 'Ere's 
the money. An' low me to present you to me 
wife. Minty, this is Mister Waters." 

"I think the boat'll be movin' over the waters ef 
we don't git aboard. I'm goin', an' yew kin foller, 
ef yew want." 

(Mr. Mooney, in an undertone to his wife.) 
"Say how-d'y, Minty, an' be polite an' cordial, or 
we'll lose the nigger vote." 



"Ah trust mail presence doan gib no offence, 
Mistah MooiH'v r 

"Not at all, Sam. Drop round to dinner with us 

Mrs. Mooney grew pale with rage, turned upon 
her heel, and walked away. Her husband re 
mained a moment to conciliate the negro, explain 
ing that Mrs. Mooney "had one of her spells;" 
when he rejoined his wife he reproved her for her 
lack of co-operation. 

Mrs. Mooney replied, "Well, sakes alive, Jim! 
Did George Washington, er Grove Cleveland, er 
Julius Caesar, er Patrick Spootendyke ever 'nvite 
niggers to their family table to git their vote? Ef 
they did, et ain't in history!" 

"There's a good many things wot happened wot 
ain't written in history, Miiity." 

"Well, may 6e, but I ain't a goiii' to hev my 
family history tarnished by any such acts 

"It's money I'm afther, an' shure Moonev has it! 
Ah! Ha! Ha!" 

"Why, hello Pat! How much?" 
"Tin, ter change the faith av some unbe 

Mr. Mooney whispered to his wife, "It's me 
last money, an' if I give it to him we can't go to 
the picnic." 

Mrs. Mooney compressed her lips, and then an 

"I'll be brave, Jim, an' give up the pleasure. 
Fer sartain, it's dooty before pleasure; so serve yer 
country an' pay the price, ef yew think the mo 
ney's needed fer yer cause." 



So Mooney's last teii dollars were handed to Pat, 
the ward-heeler, and Mr. and Mrs. Mooney return 
ed homeward with the prospect of spending a hot 
Sunday in town, but with the feeling that they had 
made another speculation in Mooney's rising stock 
of popularity. 

And now little remains to be told. Mooney is 
at present serving the United States as a full- 
fledged politician, and he hopes, next term, to be 
nominated Senator. 

His admirers declare that "he is cut out to be 
the 'Speaker of the House.' ' They deem him "a 
born orator." 

To enlarge Mooney's circle of admirers, and to 
secure for him, if possible, the confidence of the 
reading public, it might be well to append his 
famous speech that won for him his first political 
victory. He wrote and delivered it himself and 
here it is: 

"FELLOW-CITIZENS: I do not presume to stand 
before you this afternoon trusting in my own abili 
ty and influence, but trusting rather in the ability 
and ever-increasing power of our great party." 
(Applause) "Our party, friends, is like the em 
blem of our mighty country, the bald-headed eagle. 

"As this noble bird first fluttered forth from the 
grand old State House on the day of the signing of 
the Declaration of Independance, so our party had 
its origin. As the power of the great Union in 
creased, and, as its emblem, the eagle, stretched 
forth its wings and soared into the air above us, so 
the power of our party grew steadily, both in in 
fluence and numbers. As the noble bird received 



the gory wound, which brought it temporarily to 
the ground, when the Civil War broke forth, so 
has our party received set backs during opposing 
administrations. But these set-backs have only 
been temporary, my friends. As the noble eagle 
recovered from its wounds and arose stronger than 
ever, when the bloody Civil War had ended, so our 
party has come out victorious and more powerful 
than ever after its temporary defeats. As the eagle 
i i rose triumphant, I repeat, when that great inter 
nal eruption was over, and as since that it has risen 
ever higher, until in the most exalted heavens it 
finally stretches forth its golden pinions over all 
the world,, so is our party steadily growing. At 
no distant day I prophesy that it will be the only 
power in America! 

"The great American people is composed of two 
classes the laboring men and the business men. 
Which is the largest and more patriotic class? Who 
are the true Americans? The laboring men! Our 
party! The only party!" (Prolonged applause.) 
"To gain our ends we must have representatives in 
politics; we must have friends there to look after 
our interests and to give us a voice in the Govern 
ment. Now, I do not ask you to vote for me. Far 
be it from that. But, friends, dear friends, I would 
die at any moment for the defence of our cause. I 
know you all, and you are dearer to me than my 
life. This ward, the greatest ward in our noble 
city, should be ably represented. Mr. - , 

my worthy competitor, who represents the oppos 
ing party, is a business man. He lives for his own 
ends. I am a laboring man. I work for my 
friends and serve them with heart and soul." 



"Mr. Biddle strikes a lead when he turns to the children. The 
success of his first, 


(Now in its Third Thousand) 

shows that as a writer for small people he is entitled to considera 
tion. This is a rare and rich accomplishment. He has just pub 
lished a beautiful book of fairy tales, 


and it will certainly bring joy to thousands of children. The books 
are exquisitely printed and bound." The Buffalo Express. 

"Anthony J. Drexel Biddle's 'Froggy Fairy Books' promise to 
become as necessary to the childish mind as the far-famed 'Alice 
In Wonderland' books." .Lou A.nyi-l<'s Times. 

What the British I'ress says. 

"Elsie Lee is as American as 'Alice in Wonderland" is English. 
It is a pretty and healthy story, which is certain to delight all 
good children." The Scotsman, IZdiitlniryh- 

"... Remarkably clever, and the long-haired young lady 
who has wandered into Frogland .is charmingly contrasted with 
frogs, who figure as portly elderly gentlemen, or are got up like 
respectable family butlers." The London Times. 

"A fanciful piece of work, amusingly and prettily told." The 
London Star. 

"It is written in the direct style of the old-fashioned fairy tale. 
. . . In addition the story is interspersed with various comic 
rhymes and poems." The Manchester Guardian. 

"The book is in every way calculated to please the little folk 
for whom it is intended, and by whom a much better present could 
scarcely be desired." The Western Daily Mercury, Plymouth, Etiy. 

The above work is for sale by all booksellers, or will be sent by 
Drexel Biddle, Publisher, postage prepaid, to any part of the United 
States, Canada, or Mexico, or by Gay & Bird, to any part of Great 
Britain, on receipt of the price. 


From " The Second Froggy Fairy Book" copyright, 1897, by Drexel Biddle. 


"The present set of fantastic adventures of a girl just like 
'Alice in Wonderland' is not loss likely to please." The Scotsman. 

"The Christmas books of Mr. A. J. Urexol Biddle, the American 
writer and publisher, are becoming increasingly popular." Lo-ndon 
Literary World. 

"Mr. Drexel Biddle, of Philadelphia, has published a new edi- 
tio'n of 'The Froggy Fairy Book,' by Anthony J. Drexel Biddle. 
The binding and the Illustrations, which are by Mr. John R. 
Skeen, might almost suffice to account for the remarkable popu 
larity of the little volume. On the other hand, however, it must 
be admitted that without either of these adjuncts the mere text 
would have been quite deserving of the favor to which three edi 
tions in less than six months abundantly testify. Taking it alto 
gether, the book is the very thing to delight children." Gtaxyotr 

"It is unnecessary to explain the 'plot' of this most entertain 
ing fairy tale. Suffice it to say that it contains all the elements 
of wonder required to gain for it the approbation of the children, 
while the excellent pictures are in themselves ;iu exhaustless 
source of interest." The Dundee Advert ivr. 

"A funny book for children, which has obtained a great vogue." 
Pall Mall Gazette. 

Latest, Opinions of the American Critics. 

" 'The Froggy Fairy Book' has reached conclusive proof of its 
popularity in swift succeeding editions, and one can only predict 
that this second volume is likely to follow in the footsteps of the 
first, for its adventures are as wildly fantastic and its illustrations 
as taking." ProvMi-in-f -Timrnnl. 

"It is spoken of in the highest terms by the press and literary 
critics on both continents." Scran-ton I{c2>nblic<in. 

"A more delightful child's book has never appeared." Indian 
apolis Sentinel. 

"In the making of books the children should never be forgotten, 
and few prose writers since Hans Christian Anderson have given 
them such unalloyed joy as Anthony J. Drexel Biddle. His 'Froggy 
Fairy Book' has been very favorably reviewed in this column of 

The above work is for sale by all booksellers, or will be sent by 
Drexel Biddle, Publisher, postage prepaid, to any part of the United 
States, Canada, or Mexico, or by Qay & Bird, to any part of Great 
Britain, on receipt of the price. 


the Press, and his 'Second Froggy Fairy Book' is, if possible, an 
improvement upon the first. It is just out, beautifully illustrated 
by Anne Penuoek, and the stories short and varied, will be a 
source of great delight to the little ones. Let me say right here 
that if any person imagines the youngsters have no pronounced 
literary tastes he is mistaken. The child is father of the man 
and a verdict from the grand jury of the junior Americans, with 
out regard to age, sex,, color or previous condition of servitude, 
is a testimonial to the ability to instruct and amuse of which An 
thony J. Drexel Biddle may well be proud, as evinced in the 
sales of his books. The adventures of Elsie Lee in Frogland con 
tinued, increase the interest in her travels." Pittnburg Press. 

"Full of fascination is it for the average child, to whom Froggy 
the Fiddler will doubtless become as real as Old King Cole." 
JBattitnorf World. 

"The Froggy Fairy Book has given pleasure to thousands of 
juvenile readers. It would be hard to lind a book so well adapted 
to giving pleasure to young folks." Savannah- Ken-s. 

"Popular from the moment of its publication." Book ffntfs. 

"The success with which Anthony J. Drexel Riddle's first 
juvenile romance met, has induced this popular author to write 
another edition of his story. If such a thing were possible the last 
is even better than the first. Mr. Biddle has that rare ability to 
make his subject interesting for his little readers. It is illus 
trative of an imaginative genius which realizes that the age de 
mands more than the exercise of a mania for character analysis. 
The book is replete with childish interest and is a wonder of the 
bookmaker's art." I,ea<lvilli-- Mim-r. 

"Sure of a welcome." ACM.- York Press. 

"Has to do with butterflies, grasshoppers, and fairies." New 
York Times. 

"Some attractive children's books have appeared from the pen 
of that clever caterer for young readers, Anthony J. Drexel 
Biddle. Of these, his 'Froggy Fairy Books' are especially well 
known." Worcester Sjiy. 

"Iii the wider realm of imaginative writing Mr. Biddle is at 
his best, and is second to no other." Rochester Herald. 

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States, Canada, or Mexico, or by Gay & Bird, to any part of Great 
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New Editions For Sale by all Booksellers. 

The Froggy Fairy Book. With nine beautiful full-page illus 
trations by J. R. Skeen. 8vo, cloth. Price, 50 cents; do luxe edi 
tion, .$1.25. 

The Second Froggy Fairy Book. Superbly illustrated with pen 
and color full-page and inter text drawings by well-known artists, 
printed on heavy satin-finished paper, and bound in blue silk cloth 
stamped in gold, silver, and red. A gift-book appropriate for all 
presentation occasions. Price, 75 cents. 




Fellow of the American Geographical Society, 

A New, Enlarged, and thoroughly Revised Edition of 


To contain nearly fifty full-page illustrations and numerous 
maps, together with additional chapters on the History, 
the Vine, the Wine, and the Flora. 

"It has been left for an American to give us the first illus 
trated book on 'The Madeira Islands.' The author is Mr. Anthony 
J. Drexel Kiddle, who has already made considerable contributions 
to contemporary literature." The. Sheffield (England) Tclef/rn/th. 

" . . . As for the text, suffice it to say that the author tells 
all that is worth knowing about the islands. He has evidently 
studied them and their history thoroughly, going back to the time 
when they were discovered and settled, and telling us how they 
have fared from that time until now. Of life in the islands at 
present he draws a graphic and interesting picture, and altogether 
his book can be recommended, not only to historical students and 
to those who may intend to visit the Madeiras, but also to those 
who, though unable for various reasons to spend much time in 
I ravelling, are yet always eager to obtain new information about 
foreign and little-known countries." The \<-n- }"//.- Herald. 


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A. J. D. B. 

"The author has here gathered something more than a dozen 
of his latest articles, in prose and verse, which cover a wide range 
of subjects. Those who have read and admired his terse writings 
in former publications will welcome this compilation, which is 
put up in fine though not extravagant style, and is well adapted 
to presentation occasions, whether formal or intended simply as a 
personal memento." Good ILnsrkeepinf/. 

"There are few cleaner, more profitable and withal interesting 
additions to the literature of the day than those contributed by 
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle. Bound as they are in attractive, bright 
and tasteful colors they may be regarded as a minis the confections 
of the book case. The latest is entitled 'The Flowers of Life,' 
consisting of a compilation of short sketches, some of which are 
revised from an admirable brochure by the same author, entitled 
'An Allegory and Three Essays.' which attained a world-wide 

celebrity The loves, the hatreds and vicissitudes 

of even insect life and death are not the least appreciable in this 
excellent collection of terse triumphs in thought." The Pittsbiirtj 

"There is a blend of delightful imagery and felicity of ex 
pression with a highly moral thought and tone through the book." 
The Sheffield (Enaland) Independent. 

"Having a general tendency to improve the minds and human 
ise the thoughts of readers." The Toronto (Canada) Mail and 

"Subjects of deep import to mankind in general." 77< r ]'r<-- 
idfnce Journal. 

"Mr. Biddle has attracted marked attention by his work dur 
ing the past few years. He possesses a fine literary instinct, and 
his allegories are full of deep thought." Waxhinjiton ttitr. 

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Drexel Biddle, Publisher, postage prepaid, to any part of the United 
States, Canada, or Mexico, or by Gay & Bird, to any part of Great 
Britain, on receipt of the price. 


" 'The Flowers of Life' Is a book with a purpose, being com 
posed of sketches, poetry, and epigrams, every one of which 
breathes forth an earnest conviction. It Is a book rich in its sug 
gestions, the fruit of an able conscientious writer." Koston Times. 

"Contains many of the best essays and poems of this rising 
American journalist and author, and is a work worthy of an older 
genius than Mr. Biddle." Scranton Republican. 

"Convey, In brief form and simple language, some of the deep 
est lessons of life. The thought, style and sentiment are of rare 
beauty, and it is impossible not to be impressed with their phil 
osophy. The allegories in particular are sure to rank very high 
in literature, and their brevity and simplicity make it almost im 
possible to avoid being impressed with the lesson which they are 
intended to teach." Fittsborg Titm-is. 

"An exceedingly pretty book inside and out, in matter as well 
as in appearance, and Is worthy of particular notice as a volume 
that is appropriate as a gift to readers of all ages, because it is 
chaste in style and in thought, full of sound moral lessons, not 
imposed with the seriousness of a sermon, but instilled in the 
easy, graceful way that follows the telling of a good story that 
is well told." Brooklyn Citizen. 

"That A. J. Drexel Biddle is a bookmaker is evidenced by the 
handsome little volume just published from the Drexel Biddle 
(Philadelphia) Press, entitled 'The Flowers of Life.' All the 
various needs of a good book appear to be familiar to him, from 
the writing to the binding. In this book are specimens of his 
style in every form, poems, prose, sketches, etc." Toronto (Canada) 

"A book full of human interest, covering a great deal of in 
formation not easily obtained elsewhere; a good book for the 
young." Brooklyn Citizen. 

"It is one of the ideal gift books." Burlington Hatrk-JSi/e. 

For sale, tastefully and strongly bound in blue, white, yellow 
and gold cloth, gilt top, extra heavy paper, lamo., pp. 88, for 90 
cents, by all booksellers. 


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