The Big Town
By Ring Lardner
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Ring Lardner was by most accounts a writer who excelled at creating situations about apple pie America and them warping them with his exceptional satirical gifts to an altogether different plane. In The Big Town he and ‘the missus’ go to New York to help her sister Katie find a husband. A simple enough premise but life in the Big Apple with Lardner’s writing is pure genius.
Ring Lardner
Ring Lardner, born on March 6, 1885, in Niles, Michigan, was an American sports columnist, short story writer, and humorist whose sharp wit and keen observations left an indelible mark on American literature. Lardner's career began in journalism, where his incisive sports writing gained him widespread acclaim. However, it was his transition to fiction that cemented his legacy. Lardner's stories often explored the lives of ordinary Americans, capturing the vernacular and idiosyncrasies of his characters with unparalleled authenticity. His most famous works, such as "You Know Me Al," a series of letters from a naive baseball player, showcased his ability to blend humor with poignant social commentary. Lardner's writing style, characterized by its colloquial language and satirical edge, influenced a generation of writers, including F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway, who admired his unflinching portrayal of human folly. Despite his success, Lardner's career was not without controversy. His biting critiques of American society and the sports world often ruffled feathers, and his satirical approach sometimes led to misunderstandings about his intentions. Nevertheless, his work remains a testament to his revolutionary ideas about the intersection of sports, culture, and identity. Lardner's influence extended beyond literature; he was a pioneer in using the American vernacular in fiction, paving the way for future writers to explore the richness of everyday speech. His legacy endures as a master storyteller who captured the essence of early 20th-century America with humor, empathy, and a critical eye. Ring Lardner passed away on September 25, 1933, but his contributions to American literature continue to resonate with readers and writers alike.
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Table Of Contents
Chapter I – Quick Returns
Chapter II - Ritchey
Chapter III – Lady Perkins
Chapter IV – Only One
Chapter V – Katie Wins A Home
Ring Lardner – A Biography
KATE...a small-town girl with big league ideas...and $75,000!
And these are some of the characters Katie met in the big city...
Francis Griffin...a bachelor who cleaned up on Wall Street.
Trumbull...no matter how old you'd guess he was, he was older.
Ritchey...a chauffeur with looks, a limousine, and lots of free time.
Lady Perkins...a society dame who could really put on the dog.
Bob Codd...a famous aviator, until a little something went wrong.
Herbert Daley...he owned a string of race horses and developed a taste for women.
Sid Mercer...a good-looking jockey who didn't have much strength of character.
Jimmy Ralston...a comedian who didn't think too much of himself.
And here are some of the REAL characters you'll meet...
William Jennings Bryan...he always looked like somebody was tickling his feet.
Ziggy...he ran a little show.
Ed Wynn...he borrowed a couple of ideas, just to get a flop off his hands.
Man o' War...he could run, too.
Burleigh Grimes...the Dodgers' spitball pitcher was just a prop in a play.
I Quick Returns
THIS is just a clipping from one of the New York papers; a little kidding piece that they had in about me two years ago. It says:
Hoosier Cleans Up in Wall Street. Employees of the brokerage firm of H. L. Krause & Co. are authority for the statement that a wealthy Indiana speculator made one of the biggest killings of the year in the Street yesterday afternoon. No very definite information was obtainable, as the Westerner's name was known to only one of the firm's employees, Francis Griffin, and he was unable to recall it last night.
You'd think I was a millionaire and that I'd made a sucker out of Morgan or something, but it's only a kid, see? If they'd of printed the true story they wouldn't of had no room left for that day's selections at Pimlico, and God knows that would of been fatal.
But if you want to hear about it, I'll tell you.
Well, the War wound up in the fall of 1918. The only member of my family that was killed in it was my wife's stepfather. He died of grief when it ended with him two hundred thousand dollars ahead. I immediately had a black bandage sewed round my left funny bone, but when they read us the will I felt all right again and tore it off. Our share was seventy-five thousand dollars. This was after we had paid for the inheritance tax and the amusement stamps on a horseless funeral.
My young sister-in-law, Katie, dragged down another seventy-five thousand dollars and the rest went to the old bird that had been foreman in Papa's factory. This old geezer had been starving to death for twenty years on the wages my stepfather-in-law give him, and the rest of us didn't make no holler when his name was read off for a small chunk, especially as he didn't have no teeth to enjoy it with.
I could of had this old foreman's share, maybe, if I'd of took advantage of the offer Father
made me just before his daughter and I was married. I was over in Niles, Michigan, where they lived, and he insisted on me seeing his factory, which meant smelling it too. At that time I was knocking out about eighteen hundred dollars per annum selling cigars out of South Bend, and the old man said he would start me in with him at only about a fifty per cent cut, but we would also have the privilege of living with him and my wife's kid sister.
They's a lot to be learnt about this business,
he says, but if you would put your mind on it you might work up to manager. Who knows?
My nose knows,
I said, and that ended it.
The old man had lost some jack and went into debt a good many years ago, and for a long wile before the war begin about all as he was able to do was support himself and the two gals and pay off a part of what he owed. When the war broke loose and leather went up to hell and gone I and my wife thought he would get prosperous, but before this country went in his business went on about the same as usual.
I don't know how they do it,
he would say. Other leather men is getting rich on contracts with the Allies, but I can't land a one.
I guess he was trying to sell razor strops to Russia.
Even after we got into it and he begin to clean up, with the factory running day and night, all as we knew was that he had contracts with the U. S. Government, but he never confided in us what special stuff he was turning out. For all as we knew, it may of been medals for the ground navy.
Anyway, he must of been hitting a fast clip when the armistice come and ended the war for everybody but Congress! It's a cinch he wasn't amongst those arrested for celebrating too loud on the night of November 11. On the contrary they tell me that when the big news hit Niles the old bird had a stroke that he didn't never recover from, and though my wife and Katie hung round the bedside day after day in the hopes he would tell how much he was going to leave he was keeping his fiscal secrets for Oliver Lodge or somebody, and it wasn't till we seen the will that we knew we wouldn't have to work no more, which is pretty fair consolation even for the loss of a stepfather-in-law that ran a perfume mill.
Just think,
said my wife, after all his financial troubles, Papa died a rich man!
Yes,
I said to myself, and a patriot. His only regret was that he just had one year to sell leather to his country.
If the old codger had of only been half as fast a salesman as his two daughters this clipping would of been right when it called me a wealthy Hoosier. It wasn't two weeks after we seen the will when the gals had disposed of the odor factory and the old home in Niles, Michigan. Katie, it seemed, had to come over to South Bend and live with us. That was agreeable to me, as I figured that if two could live on eighteen hundred dollars a year three could struggle along some way on the income off one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Only for me, though, Ella and Sister Kate would of shot the whole wad into a checking account so as the bank could enjoy it wile it lasted. I argued and fought and finally persuaded them to keep five thousand apiece for pin money and stick the rest into bonds.
The next thing they done was run over to Chi and buy all the party dresses that was vacant. Then they come back to South Bend and wished somebody would give a party. But between you and I the people we'd always ran round with was birds that was ready for bed as soon as they got home from the first show, and even though it had been printed in the News-Times that we had fell heir to a lot of jack we didn't have to hire no extra clerical help to tend to invitations received from the demi-Monday.
Finally Ella said we would start something ourselves. So she got a lot of invitations printed and sent them to all our friends that could read and hired a cater and a three-piece orchestra and everything, and made me buy a dress suit.
Well, the big night arrived and everybody come that had somebody to leave their baby with. The hosts wore evening clothes and the rest of the merrymakers prepared for the occasion with a shine or a clean collar. At first the cat had everybody's tongue, but when we sat down to eat some of the men folks begun to get comical. For instance, they would say to my wife or Katie, Ain't you afraid you'll catch cold?
And they'd say to me, I didn't know you was a waiter at the Oliver.
Before the fish course everybody was in a fair way to get the giggles.
After supper the musicians come and hid behind a geranium and played a jazz. The entire party set out the first dance. The second was a solo between Katie and I, and I had the third with my wife. Then Kate and the Mrs. had one together, wile I tried holds with a lady named Mrs. Eckhart, who seemed to think that somebody had ast her to stand for a time exposure. The men folks had all drifted over behind the plant to watch the drummer, but after the stalemate between Mrs. Eckhart and I, I grabbed her husband and took him out in the kitchen and showed him a bottle of bourbon that I'd been saving for myself, in the hopes it would loosen him up. I told him it was my last bottle, but he must of thought I said it was the last bottle in the world. Anyway, when he got through they was international prohibition.
We went back in the ballroom and sure enough he ast Katie to dance. But he hadn't no sooner than win one fall when his wife challenged him to take her home and that started the epidemic that emptied the house of everybody but the orchestra and us. The orchestra had been hired to stay till midnight, which was still two hours and a half distance, so I invited both of the gals to dance with me at once, but it seems like they was surfeited with that sport and wanted to cry a little. Well, the musicians had ran out of blues, so I chased them home.
Some party!
I said, and the two girls give me a dirty look like it was my fault or something. So we all went to bed and the ladies beat me to it on account of being so near ready.
Well, they wasn't no return engagements even hinted at and the only other times all winter when the gals had a chance to dress up was when some secondhand company would come to town with a show and I'd have to buy a box. We couldn't ask nobody to go with us on account of not having no friends that you could depend on to not come in their stocking feet.
Finally it was summer and the Mrs. said she wanted to get out of town.
We've got to be fair to Kate,
she said.
We don't know no young unmarried people in South Bend and it's no fun for a girl to run round with her sister and brother-in-law. Maybe if we'd go to some resort somewheres we might get acquainted with people that could show her a good time.
So I hired us rooms in a hotel down to Wawasee Lake and we stayed there from the last of June till the middle of September. During that time I caught a couple of bass and Kate caught a couple of carp from Fort Wayne. She was getting pretty friendly with one of them when along come a wife that he hadn't thought was worth mentioning. The other bird was making a fight against the gambling fever, but one night it got the best of him and he dropped forty-five cents in the nickel machine and had to go home and make a new start.
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