Compiled by London Swaminathan
Date: 30 August 2016
Time uploaded in London: 9–53 AM
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Ned Shutter ,the 18th century comedian, was often very poor, and being more negligent than poor, was careless about his dress. A friend overtaking him one day in the street said to him, “Why Ned, are you not ashamed to walk the streets with twenty holes in your stockings? Why don’t you get them mended?”
“No, my friend”, said Ned,
“I am above it and if you have the pride of a gentleman you will act like me, and walk with twenty holes, rather than have one darn”.
“How?” replied the other, “how do you make that out?”
“Why, replied Ned, a hole is the accident of the day, but a darn is a premeditated poverty”.
When Abraham Lincoln once was asked to tell the story of his life, he replied, “it is contained in one line of Gray’s ‘Elegy in a Country Church Yard’:
“The short and simple annals of the poor.”
Edgar Allan Poe’s Poverty
In December 1846, Edgar Allan Poe, being in the direst need, inserted a notice in ‘The Express’:
“We regret to learn that Edgar A.Poe and his wife are dangerously ill with the consumption (T.B.), and that the hand of misfortune lies heavy upon their temporal affairs. We are sorry to mention the fact that they are so far reduced as to be hardly able to obtain the necessitates of life. This is indeed a hard lot, and we hope the friends and admirers of M Poe will come promptly to his assistance in his bitterest hour of need.”
During his early newspaper days in Chicago, George Ade was accustomed to pawn a large old-fashioned gold watch every Monday morning, to tide him over that trying period between weekly pay checks.
Many years later, when he had become nationally known and attained a certain degree of affluence, Ade met his old pawn broker friend on the street.
“Why, George”, asked the old pawn broker “what happened to you? I haven’t seen you in years. Did you lose your watch?”
Mark Twain’s Poverty
When Mark Twain was a young and struggling newspaper write in San Francisco, a lady of his acquaintance saw him one day with a cigar box under his looking in a shop window.
Mr.Clemens (Mark Twain), she said, I always see you with a cigar box under your arm. I am afraid you are smoking too much.
“It is not that I am moving again, said Mark
Keats was a famous little fighter, less in truculent self-assertiveness than by way of high chivalry and defence of the right.
According to his school fellow. E Holmes , “He would be fighting anyone — morning, noon and night, his brother among the rest. It was meat and drink for him.”