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A guest at the Ludlow. and other stories. With illustrations by
1896. A collection of short stories by Edgar Wilson Nye (Bill Nye), American author and journalist, published posthumously by his wife. Partial A Guest at the Ludlow; Old Polka Dot's Daughter; A Prophet and a Piute; A Singular Hamlet; The Dubious Future; Grains of Truth; On Broadway; A Rubber Esophagus; and The Automatic Bell Boy.
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First published January 1, 1896
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Bill Nye
46 books52 followersNB: This is not Bill Nye the Science Guy.
Edgar Wilson Nye, an American humorist, also the founded and edited the Laramie Boomerang.
The Boomerang was founded while Nye served as the postmaster of Laramie, Wyoming Territory. It launched him to national fame, gaining subscribers in every state and some foreign countries. His humor was uniquely American.
(wikipedia)
Edgar Wilson Nye, an American humorist, also the founded and edited the Laramie Boomerang.
The Boomerang was founded while Nye served as the postmaster of Laramie, Wyoming Territory. It launched him to national fame, gaining subscribers in every state and some foreign countries. His humor was uniquely American.
(wikipedia)
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April 13, 2021The humor of one century is the half-baked anthropology of the next. (Actually, we are two centuries removed from Bill Nye, who may or may not be the ancestor of Bill Nye The Science Guy. (I vow to consult Wikipedia before completing this brief but inebriated essay.))
I’ve had this book for decades, and always assumed it was a mystery novel, perhaps because of its superficial resemblance to the brown-covered Hardy Boys books of my youth – though it’s a bit fatter. Possibly I found this volume on the sidewalk in Manhattan in 1997. I never thought I’d read it, but during the pandemic I’m reading everything in my garage – or rather anything.
The title essay, which is also the first, is a mystifying report from a prison on Ludlow Street – presumably the Ludlow Street on the Lower East Side. (The book swivels back-and-forth between New York City and rural Wyoming, which is unusual even today, but seems impossible back in 1896. (Yes, that’s the actual copyright date.)) Anyway, Bill Nye is staying in the prison as a paying guest, using it as a hotel – or a writing room. (Is this a joke? I’m pretty sure it is.)
Opening at random:
“One man in the gallery hit the ghost on the head with a soda cracker, which made him jump and feel of his ear; so I knew then that it was only a man made up to look like a presence.”
[Wikipedia mentions no consanguinity with The Science Guy.]
I’ve had this book for decades, and always assumed it was a mystery novel, perhaps because of its superficial resemblance to the brown-covered Hardy Boys books of my youth – though it’s a bit fatter. Possibly I found this volume on the sidewalk in Manhattan in 1997. I never thought I’d read it, but during the pandemic I’m reading everything in my garage – or rather anything.
The title essay, which is also the first, is a mystifying report from a prison on Ludlow Street – presumably the Ludlow Street on the Lower East Side. (The book swivels back-and-forth between New York City and rural Wyoming, which is unusual even today, but seems impossible back in 1896. (Yes, that’s the actual copyright date.)) Anyway, Bill Nye is staying in the prison as a paying guest, using it as a hotel – or a writing room. (Is this a joke? I’m pretty sure it is.)
Opening at random:
“One man in the gallery hit the ghost on the head with a soda cracker, which made him jump and feel of his ear; so I knew then that it was only a man made up to look like a presence.”
[Wikipedia mentions no consanguinity with The Science Guy.]
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