Hand-Made Fables (e-book) (used book) | George Ade | bookbook.eu

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Excerpt: ... The Fable Of The Kittenish Superanns Ajst The World-Weary Snipes nce upon a Time an ambitious Cove separated himself from his native Shire and made a long Trek. He came of one of those Nice Families that had run out of nearly everything except Prestige. The Migrater carried a flossy Label. He had been christened Adelbert Justitian.! As he progressed from Pin-Feathers to the Age of Discretion, he became Joseph to the Cruel Knowledge that his swell Moniker, together with the Fact that his Father had been given a Sword by the Regiment, and the further Fact that his Aunt had contributed to the Atlantic Monthly, were not bringing in any Jack. They were Proud Possessions but he could not convert them into Pork Chops. He wanted a Roll. The Home-Town Method of slipping $2.75 every Saturday to the flaccid Willie in the Savings Bank did not look very Efficacious to Adelbert. He wanted his Gelt for himself and not for the acidulated Relatives who sent him the punk Christmas Cards. He went right out into what is called God's Country by the Promoters doing business there. Out where he could lean up against Ozone and Scenery. As soon as he escaped from his Social Prerogatives and became known as "Dell," he began to deliver the Trading Stamps and bring home the SideMeat. After many leaves had been torn from the Calendars issued by Insurance Companies, a self-made Millionaire showed up on the Native Heath. The local Fungi looked askance at the CowPuncher Hat, dented in from the Top with geometrical Nicety, but they warmed to the Long-Lost when they learned that he was there, much, yet and besides with all shapes of the needful Brass. The Adelbert Justitian did not harmonize with a Soft Collar. He had his Cards printed "A. J." and decided to chop on the...