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- DescriptionExcerpt from The New Swiss Family Robinson: A Tale for Children of All Ages This tile has been excavated from the remains of a prehistoric Harvard by an optimist in the publishing line. Fortunately it as in good condition, its hieroglyphs clear and decipherable. Written forty year ago, thirty-nine years ago was the last time that the author looked at it, until the other day when the publisher brought it to him. He read it without a mile; and in its day, in the Harvard Lampoon, it split sides, showing but dully beside its shining predecessors, The Little Tin Gods on Wheels, and Rollo's Visit to Cambridge. Then why unearth it? I can already hear the gloomy critic ask. My dear Sir, my very dear Sir, this book is laughing matter. Have you never inspected ancient tiles Do you t kw what immense reconstructive value to scholars the laundry bills of Rameses and Nebuchednezzar possess to-day? The clay record of a Pharaoh's dirty linen may have t seemed funny to his washerwoman, but at the British Museum archaeologists will cluster round it like bees and ingeniously gather from it the manners and customs of its extinct day. So this tile out of Ancient Harvard. It will disclose the existence of the book of which it is the parody. Tiriginal Swiss Family Robinson was written to make children good. Its inveterate pointing of a moral at every page, nearly in every paragraph, may have been as sweet as condensed milk to Swiss children, hut American children usually made laces when obliged to take doses of it. The hieroglyphs on the tile disclose also much of the undergraduate life of the time. For example, in the face of the female peccadillo, the archaeological expert will instantly read the features and expression of a goddess terrible to undergraduates who had anything on their conscience. She sat in U. 5, and signed omius cards of summons. The words Julepa Attwoodiana hold their melancholy reminder of mint juleps at Attwood's bar in Tremont Street. At that place of our young delight the Silver Fizz bloomed in a perfection worthy of the gods. The holly tree whence eggs were dropped by the sad faced ape needs very little deciphering. We who had lingerer! late in Boston, and consequently late in bed, always got our breakfasts there. An athletic meeting in the Gymnasium is plainly to be discerned elsewhere upon the tile, and the well built gorilla who anunced the winner of each event was other than Evert Wendell, the Author's old and dear friend. Dear me, , this tile is laughing matter, my good critic! Put it away gently on the shelves of the buried past. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
- Author(s)Owen Wister
- PublisherForgotten Books
- Date of Publication20/06/2016
- FormatPaperback / softback
- SubjectChildren's Fiction
- Country of PublicationUnited States
- ImprintForgotten Books
- Content Note, black & white illustrations
- Weight59 g
- Width152 mm
- Height229 mm
- Spine2 mm
- Format DetailsTrade paperback (US),Unsewn / adhesive bound
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