Humour

A rare title from the career of J. B. Morton "Beachcomber" of the Daily Express. Blue boards, slight dink to spine cloth and faded to edges. Wrapper is complete (5/- net) Chipped to edges with slight loss including top and bottom of spine. Bit grubby to rear panel. Spine paper has a couple of scratches and is generally darkened. A Good copy in rare jacket.

A collection of typically witty, sometimes acerbic, sometimes oddly touching verse.

Hush, Hush,
Nobody cares!
Christopher Robin
Has
Fallen
Down-
Stairs.

This, to my mind, is a lost comic classic, as good as Diary of a Nobody.

Ebenezer Lobb is a marvelous comic creation; insanely self-regarding these adventures will make you laugh out.

'The Original proposal of the author was that his monumental work should be published complete in an edition de luxe of ten volumes, printed on japanese paper, and illustrated by members of the Royal Academy, at the price of twenty five guineas. But a divergence between the views of the author and publisher on certain questions of finance unhappily inseperable from undertakings of the kind, led to a sompromise, the outcome of which is the volume now offered to the reader...'

Brown pictorial cloth, a little bit rubbed. Tide mark to page foredeges and lower part of fornt and rear endpapers but no serious water damage at all.

Deserves to be rediscovered.

This section represents a choice selection of writers who reflect my own taste in humour - dry and off beam. Some are forgotten - undeservedly so, some such as beachcomber were legends in their day but have passed - again undeservedly our of fashion.

A A Thomson was known as a fine and humourous writer on cricket, but he also wrote novels and non fiction. This book, Bumbledinky is a rare title these days and this copy has the added benefit of being a lovely copy - little bit of creasing and softening to top and bottom of spine - and signed. It is a first - probably not reprinted stated published July 1925. The author writes "What is Bumbledinky? My dear, sir! A bumbledinky (as your small son will readily inform you) is the pudding they give you at school on Fridays. And what (you will ask) is that? To which, with an air of grim mystery, the lad will reply: 'I don't know. Nobeody knows. But it's ....a funny mixture"

The pieces in the book were published originally in magazines.

A taste; 'Stanley Gridleak, the brilliant young wireless inventor, sat in his superbly fitted laboratory, wrapped in cogitation. It was a cold afternoon and the amount of cogitation required was enormous...'

'....In Paris - dear old Paris - one notes the same air of degenerecy. Gone forever is the mad gaiety of other days. Their splendour is but a memory. Who has not heard of those glittering halls, The Moulin Rouge, the Boudin Noir, the Vache qui Chante, and the Poisson qui Patine.....?'