The Complete Works of Artemus Ward (HTML edition)Ward, Artemus
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The Complete Works of Artemus Ward (HTML edition)
Ward, Artemus
American wit and humor
"That's so. But you'll get into a warmer one by and by if you don't
mind your own bizness better." I was a little riled at the feller,
because I never take anythin only when I'm onwell. I arterwards learned
he was a temperance lecturer, and if he can injuce men to stop settin
their inards on fire with the frightful licker which is retailed round
the country, I shall hartily rejoice. Better give men Prusick Assid to
onct, than to pizen 'em to deth by degrees.
At Albion I met with overwhelmin success. The celebrated Albion Female
Semenary is located here, & there air over 300 young ladies in the
Institushun, pretty enough to eat without seasonin or sass. The young
ladies was very kind to me, volunteerin to pin my handbills onto the
backs of their dresses. It was a surblime site to see over 300 young
ladies goin round with a advertisement of A. Ward's onparaleld show,
conspickusly posted onto their dresses.
They've got a Panick up this way and refooze to take Western money.
It never was worth much, and when western men, who knows what it is,
refooze to take their own money it is about time other folks stopt
handlin it. Banks are bustin every day, goin up higher nor any balloon
of which we hav any record. These western bankers air a sweet & luvly
set of men. I wish I owned as good a house as some of 'em would break
into!
Virtoo is its own reward.
A. Ward.
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THE OCTOROON.
It is with no ordernary feelins of Shagrin & indignashun that I rite
you these here lines. Sum of the hiest and most purest feelins whitch
actoate the humin hart has bin trampt onto. The Amerycan flag has bin
outrajed. Ive bin nussin a Adder in my Boozum. The fax in the kase is
these here:
A few weeks ago I left Baldinsville to go to N.Y.fur to git out my
flamin yeller hanbills fur the Summer kampane, & as I was peroosin a
noospaper on the kars a middel aged man in speckterkuls kum & sot down
beside onto me. He was drest in black close & was appeerently as fine a
man as ever was.
"A fine day, Sir," he did unto me strateway say.
"Middlin," sez I, not wishin to kommit myself, tho he peered to be
as fine a man as there was in the wurld--"It is a middlin fine day,
Square," I obsarved.
Sez he, "How fares the Ship of State in yure regine of country?"
Sez I, "We don't hav no ships in our State--the kanawl is our best
holt."
He pawsed a minit and then sed, "Air yu aware, Sir, that the krisis is
with us?"
"No," sez I, getting up and lookin under the seet, "whare is she?"
"It's hear--it's everywhares," he sed.
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