George Ade (February 9, 1866 – May 16, 1944) was an American writer, newspaper columnist, and playwright.
The United States, in Ade's lifetime, underwent a great population shift and transfer from an agricultural to an industrial economy. Many felt the nation suffered the even more agonizing process of shifting values toward philistinism, greed, and dishonesty. Ade's prevalent practice ... more »
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George Ade Poems
The very first duty of a chaperon Is to leave the young folks quite alone; Permitting them to sit up late
The La Grippe
I am not hypercritical on points of punctuation; A misplaced comma now and then is surely not a sin;
A Business Deal
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald, With the outward seeming and the attire Of a devout deacon, and yet possessing
The Fountain Of Youth
Part First You'll recall, if you're strong on historical stuff, The name of that highly deluded old fluff
The Games We Used To Play
Back in the golden days of youth, On a farm in I-o-way; Happiest days of all were they,—
The Irrepressible Yank
Wherever British drumbeats sound, Unending 'round the world; Wherever in some land new-found, Our starry flag's unfurled;
Mrs. B.: From out a canon in the West I came with colors flying, To meet the people known as ' best,' or strain myself while trying;
Love, You Must Be Blind
Tell me if you can, the rule by which a man Selects his worse or better half. Truly it would seem to be a lott'ry scheme,
The rose of June can feel no sorrow, It never droops or says ' Ah me! ' It never sees a sad to-morrow, ' But greets each day with rapture free.
Leave It To The Boys In The Navy
I From the rousing times of old Paul Jones Down to the present day,
Keep Your Whip In Your Hand
Each man is like a noble steed; When he's a colt I take him; I lock him up and watch his feed,
I Like You Lil
I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairies Not one o' the bunch could put me to the bad;
I Am Yours Truly
How often in this careless life A word but lightly spoken, By magic of a love sincere, Becomes a blessed token. The formal message that I send ...
One day I went to a Saengerfest On the banks of the dear old Rhine. I wore a badge upon my breast Of the Sweinburg Turn-Verein
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''After being Turned Down by numerous Publishers, he had decided to write for Posterity.''George Ade (1866-1944), U.S. humorist, playwright. "The Fable of the Bohemian Who Had Hard Luck," Fables in Slang (1899). Said of the "main Bohemi...
''The time to enjoy a European tour is about three weeks after you unpack.''George Ade (1866-1944), U.S. humorist, playwright. "The Hungry Man from the Bird Center," Forty Modern Fables (1901).
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The very first duty of a chaperon
Is to leave the young folks quite alone;
Permitting them to sit up late
In twos and twos and tete-a-tete —
Whatever that may mean.
When a giddy old girl is on the shelf
And can't have any more fun herself,
It gives her a certain kind of thrill
To know that others are in it still.
A good professional chaperon
No breach of etiquette will condone,
And yet if she is fly she'll know
To hang, around would be de trap —
Whatever that may mean.
Although I'm old and quite passé
I was a lulu in my day;
Each girl ...