Books with author Butler Ellis Parker 1869-1937

Excerpt from Goat-FeathersAnd if there is a ton of hay growing on my lawn nobody bothers to pick a pint. My father has to cut it and rake it away.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

For the sake of educating the young child, a young family is determined and decided to always put money in the piggy bank. Why, place a cost on all the things forthcoming into the house, such as the United States Government did for all the articles forthcoming into the nation? But the evildoer is in the particulars and what about the taxable materials brought in by the tourists? Is the housekeeper herself a costly maiden? What products are really necessities rather than lavishness? When tourists arrive, these people deign to either rustling in their baggage articles to prevent having to pay up to more of its price, or dressed solely what they came garbed in. The masters are just as twofaced, but all factions blame the others of deceiving. How will the school fund cost? Will the tourist move away in a rant? Ellis Parker Butler was an American writer. He wrote over 30 books and over 2,000 stories and essays and is best known for his short fiction Pigs Is Pigs, in which an administrative stationmaster asserts on charging the cattle rate for a freight of two pet guinea pigs, which thereafter began multiplying increasingly. His highly popular character was Philo Gubb. His profession lasted over 40 years, and his stories, poems, and articles were distributed in over 225 magazines. His works of art were shown along with those of his contemporaries, such as Mark Twain, Sax Rohmer, James B. Hendryx, Berton Braley, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Don Marquis, Will Rogers, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. In spite of the large volume of his work, Ellis was only a casual writer. He worked the whole time as a banker and was very effective in his local society. He was one of the founders of both the Dutch Treat Club and the Authors League of America, Ellis was an active coerce in the New York City fictional setting.

THE HARD-BOILED EGG Walking close along the wall, to avoid the creaking floor boards, Philo Gubb, paper-hanger and student of the Rising Sun Detective Agency’s Correspondence School of Detecting, tiptoed to the door of the bedroom he shared with the mysterious Mr. Critz. In appearance Mr. Gubb was tall and gaunt, reminding one of a modern Don Quixote or a human flamingo; by nature Mr. Gubb was the gentlest and most simple-minded of men. Now, bending his long, angular body almost double, he placed his eye to a crack in the door panel and stared into the room. Within, just out of the limited area of Mr. Gubb’s vision, Roscoe Critz paused in his work and listened carefully. He heard the sharp whistle of Mr. Gubb’s breath as it cut against the sharp edge of the crack in the panel, and he knew he was being spied upon. He placed his chubby hands on his knees and smiled at the door, while a red flush of triumph spread over his face. Through the crack in the door Mr. Gubb could see the top of the washstand beside which Mr. Critz was sitting, but he could not see Mr. Critz. As he stared, however, he saw a plump hand appear and pick up, one by one, the articles lying on the washstand. They were: First, seven or eight half shells of English walnuts; second, a rubber shoe heel out of which a piece had been cut; third, a small rubber ball no larger than a pea; fourth, a paper-bound book; and lastly, a large and glittering brick of yellow gold. As the hand withdrew the golden brick, Mr. Gubb pressed his face closer against the door in his effort to see more, and suddenly the door flew open and Mr. Gubb sprawled on his hands and knees on the worn carpet of the bedroom. “There, now!” said Mr. Critz. “There, now! Serves you right. Hope you hurt chuself!” Mr. Gubb arose slowly, like a giraffe, and brushed his knees. “Why?” he asked.

"The Revolt" by Ellis Parker Butler. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.

Lang:- English, Pages 131. Reprinted in 2013 with the help of original edition published long back[1910]. This book is in black & white, Hardcover, sewing binding for longer life with Matt laminated multi-Colour Dust Cover, Printed on high quality Paper, re-sized as per Current standards, professionally processed without changing its contents. As these are old books, there may be some pages which are blur or missing or black spots. If it is multi volume set, then it is only single volume. We expect that you will understand our compulsion in these books. We found this book important for the readers who want to know more about our old treasure so we brought it back to the shelves. (Customisation is possible). Hope you will like it and give your comments and suggestions.Original Title:- The Water Goats, and Other Troubles 1910 [Hardcover] Author:- Ellis Parker Butler

Walking close along the wall, to avoid the creaking floor boards, Philo Gubb, paper-hanger and student of the Rising Sun Detective Agency’s Correspondence School of Detecting, tiptoed to the door of the bedroom he shared with the mysterious Mr. Critz. In appearance Mr. Gubb was tall and gaunt, reminding one of a modern Don Quixote or a human flamingo; by nature Mr. Gubb was the gentlest and most simple-minded of men. Now, bending his long, angular body almost double, he placed his eye to a crack in the door panel and stared into the room.