Publisher's Synopsis
When Uncle Brewster had put on his Annual Collar and combed his Beard and wasabout to start to the Depot, his Wife, Aunt Mehely, looked at him through her Specsand shook her Head doubtfully.Then she spoke as follows: "You go slow there in the City. You know your Failin's.You're just full of the Old Harry, and when you're Het Up you're just like as not toRaise Ned.""I guess I can take keer of myse'f about as well as the Next One," retorted UncleBrewster. "I've been to the Mill an' got my Grist, if any one should ask. I ain't noGreeny."With that he started for the Train, which was due in one Hour.As he rode toward the Great City he smoked a Baby Mine Cigar, purchased of theButcher, and told the Brakeman a few Joe Millers just to throw out the Impressionthat he was Fine and Fancy.After he had Registered at the Hotel and Swelled Up properly when addressed as"Mister" by the Clerk, he wanted to know if there was a Lively Show in Town. TheClerk told him to follow the Street until he came to all the Electric Lights, and therehe would find a Ballet. Uncle Brewster found the Place, and looked in through theHole at an Assistant Treasurer, who was Pale and wore a Red Vest.
