Category: Humour

Famous funny fellows

The rollicking newspaper humor of the day is of modern origin. It is even yet young in years. Humorists and newspaper wits were once--say a score of years ago--considered a rarity in America. At that time humor of the day meant the productions of a very few--Mark Twain, Joe Ne...

Chapters

1. Part 1

The rollicking newspaper humor of the day is of modern origin. It is even yet young in years. Humorists and newspaper wits were once--say a score of years ago--considered a rari...

2. Part 2

A. Miner Griswold, the Cincinnati humorist, tells the following story of Browne at that time: “The first night of our acquaintance he took me to a school exhibition on Cleveland...

3. Part 3

Where’s the fat girl who rested her head on your bosom when the old year was new? Gone--yes, gone--slid out to take charge of the snake-cage in a traveling museum of natural won...

4. Part 4

After the success of Major Jones’ Courtship, Mr. Thompson issued other works from time to time. Major Jones’ Sketches of Travel appeared a few years later, and was followed by T...

5. Part 5

Alone and friendless in New York, young and ambitious, yet weak and moneyless, success and he were strangers. The health of the poor boy failed him, and he would have died had h...

6. Part 6

“‘Well, put mine, by golly; for them’s my sentiments,’ said Bill, and so Bill Arp’s name was put to please him, and it was thus that the _nom de plume_ was acquired. This same B...

7. Part 7

George H. Derby was born of poor but well educated parents in Norfolk county, Massachusetts, in 1823. Little is known of his boyhood or early life. He entered the West Point mil...

8. Part 8

A country newspaper rarely makes its mark in the journalistic world, and especially a paper printed in such an obscure village as is Whitehall, New York. The Whitehall Times, ho...

9. Part 9

Burdette says of his life from this time forward: “After a while I started a paper of my own--the Peoria Review. I ran it two years. It was a comforting sort of a paper. It brou...

10. Part 10

Ah, we were born to never part! This little hand I hold to-night, And I, so with a strange delight, I press it to my beating heart, And in the midnight’s solemn hush I bless the...