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Search the history of over billion web pages on the Internet. This was done so that none of that vowel might slip in, accidentally; and many did try to do gadsy There is a great deal of information as to what Youth can do, if given a chance ; and, though it starts out in somewhat of an impersonal vein, there is plenty of thrill, rollicking comedy, love, courtship, marriage, patriotism, sudden tragedy’ a determined stand against liquor, and some amusing political aspirations in a small growing town.

In writing such a story, — purposely avoid- ing all words containing the vowel E, there are a great many difficulties. The greatest of these is met in the past tense of verbs, almost all of which end with ” — ed.

This will cause, at times, a somewhat monotonous use of such words as “said ;” for neither vadsby “answered” nor “asked” can be used. Another difficulty comes with the elimina- tion of the common couplet “of course,” and its very common connective, “consequently ;” which will, un- [ 5 ] G A D S Wwright Y avoidably cause “bumpy spots. When introducing young ladies into the story, this is a real barrier; for what young woman wants to have it known that she is over thirty?

And this restriction on numbers, of course taboos all mention of dates. Many abbreviations also must be avoided; the most common of all, “Mr. As rrnest vowel E is used more than five times of tener than any other letter, this story was written, not through any attempt to attain literary merit, but due to a somewhat balky nature, caused by hear- ing it so constantly claimed that “it can’t be done; for you cannot say anything at all without using Enest, and make smooth continuity, with perfectly gram- matical construction — ” so ’twas said.

Many may think that I simply “drop” the E’s, filling the gaps with apostrophes. A perusal of the book will show that this is not so. All words used are complete; are correctly spelled and properly used.

This has been accomplished through the use of vincetn ; and, by so twisting a sentence around as to avoid ambiguity. The book may prove a valu- able aid to school children in English composition. As I wrote along, in long-hand at first, a whole army of little E’s gathered around my desk, all eagerly gdsby to be called upon. But gradually as they gadsbt me writing on and on, without even noticing them, they grew uneasy; and, with excited whisperings amongst themselves, began hopping up and riding on my pen, looking down constantly for a chance to drop off into some word ; for all the world like sea- birds perched, watching for a passing fish!

But when they saw that I had covered pages of typewriter size paper, they slid off onto the floor, walking sadly away, arm in arm ; but shouting back: We are in every story ever written, hundreds of thousands of times! This is the first time we ever were shut out!

But a particularly annoying obstacle comes when, almost through a long paragraph you can find no words with which to continue that line of thought; hence, as in Solitaire, you are “stuck,” and must go way back and start another ; which, of course, must perfectly fit the preceding context.

A rapid-talking New York newspaper columnist wanted to know how I would get over the plain fact that my name contains the letter E three times. As an author’s name is not a part of his story, that criticism did not hold water. And I received one most scathing epistle from a lady woman!

Then the impossible has been accomplished ; a par- adox to equal hers! Other criticism may be directed at the Introduction; but this section of a story also is not part of it. The author is entitled to it, in order properly to explain his work.

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The story required five and a half months of concentrated endeavor, with so many erasures and retrenchments that I tremble as I think of them. Of course anybody can write such a story. All that is needed is a piece of string tied from the E type-bar down to some part of gadsbyy base of the typewriter. Then simply go ahead and type your story. Incidentally, you should have some sort of a bromide preparation handy, for use when the going gets rough, as it most assuredly will!

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Well; it is the privilege of the reader to un- earth any such egnest that he or she may think they can find. I have even ordered the printer not to head each chapter with the words “Chapter 2,” etc. In closing let me say that I trust you may learn to love all the young folks in the story, as deeply as I have, in introducing them to you.

Like many a book, it grows more and more interesting as the reader becomes well acquainted with the characters.

Gadsby: A Story of Over 50,000 Words Without Using the Letter “E” by Wright

Los Angeles, California February, [ 9 ] I If Youth, throughout all history, had had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically; you wouldn’t con- stantly run across folks today who claim that “a child don’t know gaddby.

Up to about its primary school days a child thinks, gadsbh, only of play. Now, if, through- out childhood, a brain has no opposition, it is plain that it will attain a position of “status quo,” as with our ordinary animals. Man knows not why a cow, dog or lion was not born with a brain on a par with ours; why such animals cannot add, subtract, or obtain from books and schooling, that paramount position which Man holds cincent.

But a human brain is not in that class. Con- stantly throbbing and pulsating, it rapidly forms t 10 ] G A D S B Y opinions; attaining an ability of its own; a fact which is startlingly shown by an occasional child “prodigy” in music or school work. And as, with our dumb animals, a child’s inability convincingly to impart its thoughts to us, should not class it as ignorant.

Upon this basis I am going to show you how a bunch of bright young folks did find a champion ; a man with boys and girls of his own ; a man of so dominating and happy individuality that Youth is drawn to him as is a fly to a suga- bowl.

It is a story about a small town. It is not a gossipy yarn ; nor is it a dry, monotonous account, full of such cus- tomary “fill-ins” as “romantic moonlight casting murky shadows down a long, winding country road.

It is an account of up-and-doing activity; a vivid portrayal of Youth as it is today; and a practical discarding of that worn-out notion that “a child don’t know anything. That is, our strict laws as to ord construction did not block his path.

But in [ 11 ] G A D S B Y my story that mighty obstruction will constantly stand in my path ; for many an important, common word I cannot adopt, owing to its orthography. I shall act as a sort of historian for this small town; associating with its inhabitants, and striving to acquaint you with its youths, in such a way that you can look, knowingly, upon any child, rich or poor; forward or “backward;” your own, or John Smith’s, in srnest community.

You will find many young minds aspiring to know how, and WHY such a thing is so. And, if a child shows curiosity in that way, how ridiculous it is for you to snap out ; — “Oh! Don’t ask about things too old for you!

Such a jolt to a young child’s mind, craving instruction, is apt so to dull its avidity, as to hold it back in its school work. Try to look upon a child as a small, soft young body and a rapidly growing, constantly inquiring brain. It must grow to matur- ity slowly. Forcing a child through school by erjest stant night study during hours in which it should run and play, can bring on insomnia; handicap- ping both brain and body. Now this small town in our story had grown in just that way ; — slowly ; in fact, much too slowly to stand on a par with many a thousand of its kind in this big, vigorous nation of ours.

It was simply [ 12 ] G A D S B Y stagnating ; just as a small mountain brook, coming to a hollow, might stop, and sink from sight, through not having a will to find a way through that obstruction ; or around it. You will run across such a dormant town, occasionally; possibly so dormant that only outright isolation by a fast-moving world, will show it its folly.

If you will tour Asia, Yuca- tan, or parts of Africa and Italy, you will find many sad ruins of past kingdoms. What sorrowful lack of ambition many such a community shows in thus dis- carding such high-class construction! And I say, again, that so will Youth grow dormant, and hold this big, throbbing world ernst, if no champion backs it up ; thus providing it with an opportunity to show its ability for looking forward, and improving un- satisfactory conditions.

So this small town of Branton Hills was lazily snoozing amidst up-and-doing towns, as Youth’s Champion, John Gadsby, took hold of it; and shook its dawdling, flabby body until its inhabi- tants thought a tornado had struck it. wrigt

Call it tor- nado, volcano, military onslaught, or what you will, this town found that it had a bunch of kids who had wills that would admit of no snoozing ; for that is [ 13 ] G A D S B Y Youth, on its forward march of inquiry, thought and action.

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If you stop to think of it, you will find that it is customary for our “grown-up” brain to cast off many of its functions of its youth ; and to think only of what it calls “topics of maturity. If you wish a wrigh from fi- nancial affairs, just go out and play with Youth.

Play “blind-man’s buff,” “hop-scotch,” “ring toss,” and football. Go out to a charming woodland spot on a picnic with a bright, happy, vivacious group. Sit down at a corn roast; a marshmallow toast; join in singing popular songs ; drink a quart of good, rich milk ; burrow into that big lunch box ; and all such things as banks, stocks, and family bills, will vanish on fairy wings, into oblivion.

But this is not a claim that Man should stay always youthful. Supposing that that famous Spaniard, landing upon Florida’s coral strands, had found that mythical Fountain of Youth; what a calamity for mankind!

A world without maturity of thought ; without man’s full-grown muscular ability to construct mighty buildings, railroads and ships ; a world without authors, doctors, savants, musicians ; [ 14 ] G A D S B Y nothing but Youth! I can think of but a solitary ap- proval of such a condition; for such a horror as war would not, — could not occur; for a child is, naturally, a small bunch of sympathy.

I know that boys will “scrap;” also that “spats” will occur amongst girls; but, at such a monstrosity as killings by bombing towns, sinking ships, or mass annihilation wwright marching troops, gafsby would stand aghast. Not a tiny bird would fall; nor would any form of gun nor facility for manufacturing it, insult that almost Qright purity of youthful thought. Anybody who knows that wracking sorrow brought upon a child by a dying puppy or cat, knows that childhood can show us that our fighting, our policy of ” a tooth for a tooth,” is abominably wrong.

So, now to start our story ; — Branton Hills was a small town in a rich ag- ricultural district ; and having many a possibility for growth. But, through a sort of smug satisfaction with conditions of long ago, had no thought of im- proving such important adjuncts as roads; putting up public buildings, nor laying out parks; in fact a dormant, slowly dying community.

So satisfactory was its status that it had no form of transportation to surrounding wrkght but by railroad, or “old Dob- Jln. Naturally, a town should grow.

You can look upon it as a child ; which, through natural conditions, should attain manhood; and add to its surrounding thriving districts its products of farm, shop, or factory.

It should show a spirit of associ- ation with surrounding towns ; crawl out of its lair, and find how backward it is. Now, in all such towns, you will find, occa- sionally, an individual born with that sort of brain which, knowing that his town is backward, longs to start things toward improving it ; not only its living conditions, but adding an institution or two, such as any city, big or small, maintains, gratis, for its in- habitants.

But so forward looking a man finds that trying to instill any such notions into a town’s ruling body is about as satisfactory as butting against a brick wall. Such “Boards” as you find ruling many a small town, function from such a soporific rut that any hint of digging cash from its cast iron strong box with its big brass padlock, will fall upon minds as rigid as rock.

Branton Hills had such a man, to whom such rigidity was as annoying as a thorn in his foot. Gadsby continually found this bright young bunch asking: Why is this town so slow? It’s noth- ing but a dry twig! Many a living, blossoming branch all around us, and this solitary dry twig, with a tag hanging from it, on which you will find: Naturally a High School boy has not a man’s qualifications; nor has a High School girl womanly maturity.

But such kids, born in this swiftly moving day, think out many a notion which will work, but which would pass our dads and granddads in cold disdain. Just as ships pass at night. But supposing that such ships should show a light in passing ; or blow a horn ; or, if — if — if — By Golly! Smoking can calm a man down; and his thoughts had so long and so constantly clung to this plan of his that a cool outlook as to its promulga- tion was not only important, but paramount.

So, as [ 17 ] G A D S B Y his cigar was whirling and puffing rings aloft ; and as groups of bright, happy boys and girls trod past, to school, his plan rapidly took form as follows: A start of what?