Entertainments for Bazaars, Fancy Fairs, and Home Circles; How to Prepare and Arrange Them at Small Cost (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 Excerpt: ... railway refreshment bars will at last be found eatable. Cabmen will be the essence of politeness, and omnibuses the perfection of comfort. Umbrellas will as usual be left at home on stormy days, and carried in brilliant weather. Day and Martin's Blacking will be found excellent for the teeth, and a superior tonic will be found in Bond's Marking Ink. The Thames Tunnel will be removed to Primrose Hill. The Tower of London will be turned into a Police Station, and quill pens will be made on a new system from papier mache. Hot rolls will be served up from ice safes, and ice cream will be made on a new principle in baker's ovens. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is worth all the money asked for admission here to hear that all these good things are predicted. And now, as a conclusion, just a few remarks personally. I can see my predictions (I am a prophet; I trust not a prophet and loss) Lave struck you, my mode of living arouses your interest. You would, in full, know why a man of my stamp has left the giddy world, hiding his noble form and handsome face in a dingy cave. Hiding his intellect from an admiring and appreciative public. In a word, hiding his many beauties. I have a secret, a deep, dismal, ferocious, hungry, ravenous secret; a eat you out of house and home secret; a mysterious, cloaked, wrapped up, shrouded, coated, top-booted, miserable secret. A secret that would make the fortune of any three volume novel. Ah your eyes sparkle. You would like to hear it. It is very dramatic. It is a crawling, creeping, gummy secret. I will begin to unravel (pauses, and opens the book of "Fate," sighs). "On a dark, stormy, and furious night, on the twenty-ninth of November, at three seconds past the stroke of midnight, about eleven hundred and ninety-t...