Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1903-03-07

The JOURNAL received Il few days ago
from George V. Hobart, the humorous
author, his four books
/, John Henry.
,, Down the Line.
3, It's lPto You.
t. Back to the Woods.
Each has an autographs inscription
of its own, the four certifying i'll as
many distinct and shapely mrmornbiHd
the authors esteem for the JOURNAL.
The editor hereof, however, had been
i'll debt to Hobart before. Now he is
wellnigh insolvent, unless copy of a
quotation from the Brooklyn IN. "
E"g'r lets him partly out. This is a
notice of Hobart's last book-No. j.:
Back to the Woods is better than its
predecessors in having Il real, farce plot.
John goes broke on the race course and tells
his wife that he has put all his money in
il suburban cottage. She Is i'll rapture and
wants to take possession Immediately. In
his dilemma a friend lends him his newly
purchased cottage for day, on the under
standing that John shall fake up ghost
story and Brighten his wife out of 1t. The
ghost fake proves Il tiZZle: Clara dOteS on
ghosts She takes possession the first day,
John hieS back to his friend Bunch and
pcrSuadeS him to play amateur burglar that
very night. Say, John, says Bunch,
doesn't that sound like making me work
a tritie too hard TO get my own goods back "
but he consents all the same. Meanwhile
Clara's little brother has been preparing Il
trap for the ghost OF course poor Bunch
falls into it. He is handed over to the pO-
lice and distracted John follows to rescue
HIM.
Ahead of me plodding along the pike
under the moonlight, We're Bunch and his
cadaverOuS oaptor, the former bowed in
sorrow or anger, probably both, and the
latter with head erect, naughty ~ Il Roman
con4ucrcr.
''B,nchs makeup was Il troubled dream.
Over par of handme-down trousers, eight
sizes too large for him, he wore Il three dol
lar ulster. On his head was an automobile
cap ana his face was covered with bunch
OF eelgrass three feet deep. He WAS surely
Ill the money. A drew near could hear
Mr. Di@gS eXpatiatinS on crime i'll general
and houSebrcaking in particular. Oh cut
il ont, You old goat and don't bother me,
snapped Bunch
DiggS the country constable. is a char
actcr bv himself and the little story would
make roaring farce if it could be adapted
to the boards.
The quotation below from "John
Henry on Golf is of nearly local inter
est:
Roberts and Frank Jenvey.
They were playing a match for 81 cents a
side and they were two busy boys, all right
all right.
Mil had his sleeves rolled up to show the
mosquito bites on his muscles, and Frank
was telling himself how he missed the last
bunker
asked Mil what time il was and he told
me-''three up and four to play
| suppose that was Central time.
| handed Frank Il few bars of polite con
verSation hut he gave me the FrOsthurg face
Did you ever have one of those real play
crs pass You out the goltish glare
You for the Snow-StoIm when you get 1t
believe me,
Then Mil and Frank dove in the mud-can
cooked Il pill. placed the ball on it, slapped
it in the Stats, gave us the dreary day-day
and were on their way.
II must he awful to play for money.
The lady shown in the illustration ac.
companying this page resembles Miss
Bernie Porter, of Frostburg.
The four books. says the E"gir, "rep
resents IL stack of humOr which has had
unparalleled acceptance. That is to say
225, 900 copies have been sold, which, al
- cents eacn, would make Hobart rich
enough to leave New York, come tC
Frostburg. buy the JOURNAL for the
SIS, 900 end Of the pile, and run 1.-The in
dependent paper" he so much admires'