Tag Archive for Humor

Journalism in Tennessee

by Mark Twain  The editor of the Memphis Avalanche swoops thus mildly down upon acorrespondent who posted him as a Radical:–“While he was writingthe first word, the middle, dotting his i’s, crossing his t’s, andpunching his period, he knew he…

The Ransom of Red Chief

 by O. HenryIt looked like a good thing: but wait till I tell you. We were down South, in Al­abama—Bill Driscoll and my­self—when this kid­nap­ping idea struck us. It was, as Bill af­ter­ward ex­pressed it, “dur­ing a mo­ment of tem­po­rary…

Desperado Slade

"I tell you it’s as much as Slade him­self want to do!"This re­mark cre­ated an en­tire re­volu­tion in my curi­os­ity. I cared noth­ing now about the In­di­ans, and even lost in­terest in the murdered driver. There was such ma­gic in…

Bemis’ Buffalo

 Next morning, just before dawn, when about five hundred and fifty miles from St. Joseph, our mud-wagon broke down. We were to be delayed five or six hours, and therefore we took horses, by invitation, and joined a party who…

Three Sundays in a Week

"You hard-headed, dun­der-headed, ob­stin­ate, rusty, crusty, musty,fusty, old sav­age!" said I, in fancy, one af­ter­noon, to my grand uncleRumgudgeon–shak­ing my fist at him in ima­gin­a­tion.Only in ima­gin­a­tion. The fact is, some trivi­al dis­crep­ancy did ex­ist,just then, between what I said…

After Twenty Years

The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 o’clock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain…

The Ant is a Fraud

It seems to me that in the mat­ter of in­tel­lect the ant must be a strangely over­rated bird. Dur­ing many sum­mers, now, I have watched him, when I ought to have been in bet­ter busi­ness, and I have not yet…