“ A bazaar is a cosey corner gone wrong. If you will take the long corridor of an American second-class hotel, tear off the roof and substitute a canopy of tattered rag carpets, cover the walls with the imitation merchandise of a five and ten cent store, kick up a choking dust, turn loose twenty or thirty ripe odours and then have one hundred and fifty coffee-coloured lunatics all begin talking at the same time, you will have a rather tame imitation of the genuine Oriental bazaar as made famous in song and story. ”
George Ade
Biographical details
George Ade (1866–1944) was an American writer, journalist, and playwright renowned for his witty use of vernacular speech and satirical observations of urban and small-town life. Rising to fame through his syndicated columns Stories of the Streets and of the Town and Fables in Slang, he crafted humorous, morally tinged tales that captured the rhythms of early 20th-century America.
His works, including Artie, Pink Marsh, and plays like The County Chairman and The College Widow, blend social commentary with linguistic flair, reflecting his role in Indiana’s Golden Age of literature. Ade’s legacy endures through his inventive storytelling and lasting impact on American humor.
Quotes by George Ade
“ She was immensely interested in the daughter of the Governor-General. To meet a young girl who had spent her life within the mysterious shadows of an oriental household gave her a tingling interest, the same as reading a forbidden book. She readily won the confidence of Kalora, and Kalora, being most ingenuous and not educated to the wiles of the drawing-room, spoke her thoughts with the utmost candor."I like you," she said to Mrs. Plumston, "and, oh, how I envy you! You go to balls and dinners and the theater, don't you?" ”
“ In Egypt the oldest inhabitant never gets up in the morning and says, "I'm satisfied we're going to have rain to-day, because my rheumatiz bothered me all night." There is no need of looking for rings around the moon. You never hear anyone say, "It looks a little black in the north, but I think it'll blow around, because the wind is in the wrong direction." Every morning the sun rolls up in silvery splendour and surveys the same old parched landscape, with the strip of irrigated green, and after a leisurely and monotonous day sinks through a golden glow into the far-stretching desert. ”
