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CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
THE DREAM
RULER OF MEN
THE ATAVISM OF JOHN TOM LITTLE BEAR
HELPING THE OTHER FELLOW
THE MARIONETTES
THE MARQUIS AND MISS SALLY
A FOG IN SANTONE
THE FRIENDLY CALL
A DINNER AT -------*
SOUND AND FURY
TICTOCQ
TRACKED TO DOOM
A SNAPSHOT AT THE PRESIDENT
AN UNFINISHED CHRISTMAS STORY
THE UNPROFITABLE SERVANT
ARISTOCRACY VERSUS HASH
THE PRISONER OF ZEMBLA
A STRANGE STORY
FICKLE FORTUNE, or HOW GLADYS HUSTLED
Contents PAGE
AN APOLOGY 212
LORD OAKHURST'S CURSE 213
BEXAR SCRIP No. 2692 217
QUERIES AND ANSWERS 231
THE PEWEE 234
NOTHING TO SAY 236
THE MURDERER 237
SOME POSTSCRIPTS 240
A CONTRIBUTION 240
THE OLD FARM 241
VANITY 241
THE LULLABY BOY 242
CHANSON DE BOHEME 242
HARD TO FORGET 243
DROP A TEAR IN THIS SLOT 245
TAMALES 246
SOME LETTERS 251
INTRODUCTION
This the twelfth and final volume of O. Henry's work gets its title from
an early newspaper venture of which he was the head and front. On April
28, 1894, there appeared in Austin, Texas, volume 1, number 3, of The
Rolling Stone, with a circulation greatly in excess of that of the only
two numbers that had gone before. Apparently the business office was
encouraged. The first two issues of one thousand copies each had been
bought up. Of the third an edition of six thousand was published and
distributed FREE, so that the business men of Austin, Texas, might know
what a good medium was at hand for their advertising. The editor and
proprietor and illustrator of The Rolling Stone was Will Porter,
incidentally Paying and Receiving Teller in Major Brackenridge's bank.
Perhaps the most characteristic feature of the paper was "The Plunkville
Patriot," a page each week--or at least with the regularity of the
somewhat uncertain paper itself--purporting to be reprinted from a
contemporary journal. The editor of the Plunkville Patriot was Colonel
Aristotle Jordan, unrelenting enemy of his enemies. When the Colonel's
application for the postmastership in Plunkville is ignored, his columns
carry a bitter attack on the administration at Washington. With the
public weal at heart, the Patriot announces that "there is a dangerous
hole in the front steps of the Elite saloon." Here, too, appears the
delightful literary item that Mark Twain and Charles Egbert Craddock are
spending the summer together in their Adirondacks camp. "Free," runs its
advertising column, "a clergyman who cured himself of fits will send one
book containing 100 popular songs, one repeating rifle, two decks
easywinner cards and 1 liver pad free of charge for $8. Address Sucker &
Chump, Augusta, Me." The office moves nearly every week, probably in
accordance with the time-honored principle involving the comparative
ease of moving and paying rent. When the Colonel publishes his own
candidacy for mayor, he further declares that the Patriot will accept no
announcements for municipal offices until after "our" (the editor's)
canvass. Adams & Co., grocers, order their $2.25 ad. discontinued and
find later in the Patriot this estimate of their product: "No less than
three children have been poisoned by eating their canned vegetables, and
J. O. Adams, the senior member of the firm, was run out of Kansas City
for adulterating codfish balls. It pays to advertise." Here is the
editorial in which the editor first announces his campaign: "Our worthy
mayor, Colonel Henry Stutty, died this morning after an illness of about
five minutes, brought on by carrying a bouquet to Mrs. Eli Watts just as
Eli got in from a fishing trip. Ten minutes later we had dodgers out
announcing our candidacy for the office. We have lived in Plunkville
going on five years and have never been elected anything yet. We
understand the mayor business thoroughly and if elected some people will
wish wolves had stolen them from their cradles . . . ."
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