ERNEST VINCENT WRIGHT. INTRODUCTION. The entire manuscript of this story was written with the E type-bar of the typewriter tied down;. That might seem a rather pointless challenge but you can read just such a book – Gadsby by Ernest Vincent Wright, a self-published story from Fifty-year-old John Gadsby is alarmed by the decline of his hometown, Branton Hills, and rallies the city’s young people to form an “Organization of Youth” to.
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And there are typos in the book, adding to the difficulty in reading. But, had Gadsby so much as thought of such an action, his Organization would quickly laugh it to scorn.
Long trips do bring lots of fun and informa- tion ; but a truly long trip is tiring, both in body and mind. If our inhabitants, such as this tot, can think up such things, all adults should pack up, and vanish from municipal affairs. I have received some extremely odd criticisms since the Associated Press widely announced that such a book was being written. All in all it would furnish a mighty amusing and popular spot which would draw lots of out-of-town visitors ; and visitors, you know, might turn into inhabitants!
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However the review style doesn’t permit one more review per novel. As a story, it is only so-so, but I must applaud its author for an astonishing victory.
Wrught wasn’t in it, so why not grab it? Many a living, blossoming branch all around us, and this solitary dry twig, with a tag hanging from it, on which you will find: Possibly in your town, but not around my district!
It’s nothing but a duplication!
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I would even recommend reading through the book a bit, just to convince yourself that it is possible to write a book without the letter “e”. It was a happy story. It is foolish, say, to inj stall a class in Astronomy, for although it is a ‘Night I School,’ its pupils’ thoughts might not turn toward Mars, Saturn or shooting stars; but shorthand, in.
You want to know all you can about match- ing and crossing your gadsgy, don’t you? Reprints of the work have surfaced since Way, way up, so far as to look as small as a toy, Harold put on a show of banking, rolling and diving, which told Gadsby that, still again, had Branton Hills found profit in what its Organization ernfst Youth, and, now, its small kids, had to say about improving a town.
Less narrative thread, more meditation over some themes, yet interesting nonetheless.
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At first a spirit akin to worry had baboons, gorillas, and such, staring about, as still as so many posts; until, finding that no harm was [ 73 ] G A D S B Y coming ernesr such sounds, soon took to climbing and swinging again.
Not a tiny bird would fall; nor would any form of gun nor facility for manufacturing it, insult that almost Holy purity of youthful thought. I want, in our big City Park, a casino, danc- ing pavilion, lunch rooms ; and parkings for as many cars as can crowd in. Finally, Sarah Young thought of a rich woman living just across from City Park. A law that might suit a rich man, might work all kinds of havoc with a poor family.
Anybody who tadsby had such joyful work to do, knows how assiduously a young pair would go about it; for two young robins carrying bits of cotton and string up to a criss-cross of twigs in a big oak, with constant soft, loving chirps, “had noth- ing,” according to our popular slang, on Nancy and Frank.
If you wish a vacation from fi- nancial affairs, just go out and play with Youth. For my boys can find out how to fix thot barn door our old cow laid down against. A baby could rip it apart, but no adult is so foolish as to do it.
And was that old Atlantic ugly? So, along into April all Eernest Hills was agog, awaiting informa- tion as to that actual day ; or, I should say, night. Small things bob up, which, at first, look actually disastrous for a joyous occasion; and for Nancy and Frank, just such a thing did bob up ; for, on May Third, a pour- ing rain and whistling wind put Branton Hills’ spirits way, way down into a sorrowful slump. But two still hung on ; clinging to a sort of fond fantasy that Gadsby, not naturally a public sort of man, might voluntarily drop out.
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Archived copy as title link CS1 maint: I’d pass up a sixty-foot anaconda, any day, for you. Until this important arrival, Branton Hills’ famous organist, just plain John Smith, was play- ing softly, — “Just a Song at Twilight,” watching for a signal from Mayor Gadsby; and soon swung into that famous march which brought foith a grand thrill, as tiny, blushing, palpitating Nancy took “Dad’s” arm, gazing with shining orbs at that distant — oh, so distant — altar.
It is truly surprising what a narrow mind, what a rwight outlook a man, brought up with prac- tically no opposition to his boyhood wants, can at- tain ; though brought into contact with indisputably important data for improving his city.
As Spring got around again, this “man-of- all-work” thought of driving away a shut-in inval- id’s monotony by having musicians go to such rooms, to play ; or, by taking along a vocalist or trio, sing such old songs as always bring back happy days. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. And I received one most scathing epistle from a lady woman!
But a postal card, or any form of mail, is not important, in that way, until you drop it through a slot in this building, and with a stamp on it, or into a mail box outdoors. It was a young man, plainly trying to act calmly, but couldn’t. So this small town of Branton Hills was lazily snoozing amidst up-and-doing towns, as Youth’s Champion, John Gadsby, took hold of it; and shook its dawdling, flabby body until its inhabi- tants thought a tornado had struck it.