The Classic Humor Megapack: 45 Short Stories and Poems
Mark Twain, Edgar Allan Poe, O. Henry, Elliott Flower, Ellis Parker Butler, Charles Battell Loomis, Wallace Irwin, George Randol
Language: English
Pages: 534
ISBN: 2:00209904
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From Mark Twain to O. Henry, from Saki to Washington Irving—The Classic Humor Megapack reels in no less than 45 classic short stories and poems sure to amuse. Read and laugh!
Included are:
THE STRIKE OF ONE, by Elliott Flower
THE CELEBRATED JUMPING FROG OF CALAVERAS COUNTY, by Mark Twain
A DOUBLE-DYED DECEIVER, by O. Henry
LAURA, by Saki
TEETH IS TEETH, by Ellis Parker Butler
ARAMINTA AND THE AUTOMOBILE, by Charles Battell Loomis
THE RHYME OF THE CHIVALROUS SHARK, by Wallace Irwin (poem)
ESPECIALLY MEN, by George Randolph Chester
THE ANGEL OF THE ODD, by Edgar Allan Poe
THE SIEGE OF DJKLXPRWBZ, by Ironquill (poem)
THE SCHOOLMASTER’S PROGRESS, by Caroline M.S. Kirkland
THE WATKINSON EVENING, by Eliza Leslie
THE MILLIONAIRES, by Max Adeler
THE WICKED ZEBRA, by Frank Roe Batchelder (poem)
TITBOTTOM’S SPECTACLES, by George William Curtis
MY DOUBLE; AND HOW HE UNDID ME, by Edward Everett Hale
A VISIT TO THE ASYLUM FOR AGED AND DECAYED PUNSTERS, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
AS GOOD AS A PLAY, by Horace E. Scudder
THE CRIMSON CORD, by Ellis Parker Butler
WANTED—A COOK, by Alan Dale
MRS. JOHNSON, by William Dean Howells
COLONEL STERETT’S PANTHER HUNT, by Alfred Henry Lewis
UNSATISFIED YEARNING, by R. K. Munkittrick (poem)
WOUTER VAN TWILLER, by Washington Irving
THE EXPERIENCES OF THE A.C., by Bayard Taylor
THE CHAMPION CHECKER-PLAYER OF AMERIKY, by James Whitcomb Riley
ELDER BROWN’S BACKSLIDE, by Harry Stillwell Edwards
THE HOTEL EXPERIENCE OF MR. PINK FLUKER, by Richard Malcolm Johnston
THE NICE PEOPLE, by Henry Cuyler Bunner
THE BULLER-PODINGTON COMPACT, by Frank R. Stockton
COLONEL STARBOTTLE FOR THE PLAINTIFF, by Bret Harte
THE DUPLICITY OF HARGRAVES, by O. Henry
AN EVENING MUSICALE, by May Isabel Fisk
BARGAIN DAY AT TUTT HOUSE, by George Randolph Chester
THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WATER LOTS, by George Pope Morris
THE GRAMMATICAL BOY, by Bill Nye
A CALL, by Grace MacGowan Cooke
HOW THE WIDOW WON THE DEACON, by William James Lampton
THE INVENTIONS OF THE IDIOT, by John Kendrick Bangs
THE HEN, by Saki
THREE MEN IN A BOAT (To Say Nothing of the Dog), by Jerome K. Jerome
WHO DO YOU THINK DID IT? by Stephen Leacock
OLD POLKA DOT’S DAUGHTER, by Bill Nye
THE RUBÀIYÀT OF OHOW DRYYÀM, by J. L. Duff (poem)
THE GOLFER’S RUBÁIYÁT, by H. W. Boynton (poem)
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it must be said, in any way desiring to stem the waffle tide which was slowly but surely eating into the profits of the week—“if I had a headache I should not eat so many waffles, Mr. Idiot.” “I suppose I ought not to,” replied the Idiot, “but I can’t help it, ma’am. Waffles are my weakness. Some men take to drink, some to gaming; I seek forgetfulness of woe in waffles. Mr. Whitechoker, will you kindly pass me that steaming ten of diamonds that is wasting its warmth upon the desert air before
state than now, and they used to put it down to laziness. “Why, you skulking little devil, you,” they would say, “get up and do something for your living, can’t you?”—not knowing, of course, that I was ill. And they didn’t give me pills; they gave me clumps on the side of the head. And, strange as it may appear, those clumps on the head often cured me—for the time being. I have known one clump on the head have more effect upon my liver, and make me feel more anxious to go straight away then and
very interesting. Now I come to think it over, was that young man as dense-headed as we thought? or was he—no, impossible! there was such a simple, child-like expression about him! Harris wanted to get out at Hampton Church, to go and see Mrs. Thomas’s tomb. “Who is Mrs. Thomas?” I asked. “How should I know?” replied Harris. “She’s a lady that’s got a funny tomb, and I want to see it.” I objected. I don’t know whether it is that I am built wrong, but I never did seem to hanker after
twenty. If ever you have an evening to spare, up the river, I should advise you to drop into one of the little village inns, and take a seat in the tap-room. You will be nearly sure to meet one or two old rod-men, sipping their toddy there, and they will tell you enough fishy stories, in half an hour, to give you indigestion for a month. George and I—I don’t know what had become of Harris; he had gone out and had a shave, early in the afternoon, and had then come back and spent full forty
saw that she came from the neighboring island. She glided smoothly, slowly, over the summer sea. The warm morning air was sweet with perfumes, and silent with heat. The sea sparkled languidly, and the brilliant blue hung cloudlessly over. Scores of little island vessels had my grandfather seen come over the horizon, and cast anchor in the port. Hundreds of summer mornings had the white sails flashed and faded, like vague faces through forgotten dreams. But this time he laid down the spyglass, and