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Title: Out of the Hurly-Burly

Or Life in an Odd Corner

Author: Charles Heber Clark

Release Date: February 25, 2013 [eBook #42190]

Language: English

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"OUT OF THE HURLY-BURLY OR LIFE IN AN ODD CORNER."
MAX ADELER.

Out of the Hurly-Burly

OR

LIFE IN AN ODD CORNER

BY

Max Adeler

With nearly Four Hundred Illustrations

BY

ARTHUR B. FROST, FRED. B. SCHELL, AND OTHERS

PHILADELPHIA

DAVID McKAY, Publisher

1022 Market Street

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by
CHARLES HEBER CLARK,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.

DEDICATION.

I have resolved to dedicate this book to a humorist who has had too little fame, to the most delicious, because the most unconscious, humorist, to that widely-scattered and multitudinous comedian who may be expressed in the concrete as

THE INTELLIGENT COMPOSITOR.

To his habit of perpetrating felicitous absurdities I am indebted for "laughter that is worth a hundred groans." It was he who put into type an article of mine which contained the remark, "Filtration is sometimes accomplished with the assistance of albumen," and transformed it into "Flirtation is sometimes accomplished with the resistance of aldermen." It was he who caused me to misquote the poet's inquiry, so that I propounded to the world the appalling conundrum, "Where are the dead, the varnished dead?" And it was his glorious tendency to make the sublime convulsively ridiculous that rejected the line in a poem of mine, which declared that a "comet swept o'er the heavens with its trailing skirt," and substituted the idea that a "count slept in the haymow in a traveling shirt." The kind of talent that is here displayed deserves profound reverence. It is wonderful and awful; and thus I offer it a token of my marveling respect.

"Fun is the most conservative element of society, and it ought to be cherished and encouraged by all lawful means. People never plot