Biography of George Ade
George Ade (February 9, 1866 – May 16, 1944) was an American writer, newspaper columnist, and playwright.
The United States, in Ade's lifetime, underwent a great population shift and transfer from an agricultural to an industrial economy. Many felt the nation suffered the even more agonizing process of shifting values toward philistinism, greed, and dishonesty. Ade's prevalent practice is to record the pragmatic efforts of the little man to get along in such a world.
Ade propounds a golden mean, satirizing both hidebound adherence to obsolete standards and too-easy adjustment to new ones. His view is often an ambiguous, ambivalent, pragmatic reaction to the changing scene, but it remains an invaluable literary reflection of the conflicting moral tensions resident in our national culture at the turn of the century.
Ade was a playwright as well as an author, penning such stage works as Artie, The Sultan of Sulu(a musical comedy), The College Widow, The Fair Co-ed, and "The County Chairman". He wrote the first American play about football.
After twelve years in Chicago, he built a home near the town of Brook, Indiana (Newton County). It soon became known for hosting a campaign stop in 1908 by William Howard Taft, a rally for Theodore Roosevelt's Bull Moose Party in 1912, and a homecoming for soldiers and sailors in 1919.
George Ade is one of the American writers whose publications made him rich. When land values were inflated about the time of World War I, Ade was a millionaire. The Ross-Ade football stadium at Purdue University was built with his (and David E. Ross's) financial support. He also generously supported his college fraternity, Sigma Chi, leading a fund-raising campaign to endow the Sigma Chi mother house at the site of the fraternity's original establishment at Miami University. Ade is also famous among Sigma Chis as the author of The Sigma Chi Creed, written in 1929, one of the central documents of the fraternity's philosophies.
George Ade died in Brook, Indiana, aged 78. He is buried in Fairlawn Cemetery in Kentland.
George Ade's Works:
* Artie. A story of the streets and town (1896)
* Pink Marsh : a story of the streets and town (1897)
* Doc' Horne (1899)
* Fables in slang (1899)
* More fables (1900)
* American vacations in Europe (1901)
* Forty modern fables (1901)
* Ki-Ram (1901)
* Girl proposition (1902)
* The County Chairman (1903)
* Handsome Cyril, or, The messenger boy with the warm feet (1903)
* In Babel; stories of Chicago (1903)
* Circus Day (1903)
* People you know (1903)
* Strenuous lad's library (1903)
* Sultan of Sulu; an original satire in two acts (1903)
* Breaking into society (1904)
* The College Widow (1904)
* Sho gun, an original comic opera in two acts (1904)
* True bills (1904)
* Round about Cairo, with and without the assistance of the dragoman or Simon Legree of the Orient (1906)
* Slim princess (1907)
* Fair co-ed (1909)
* Old town (1909)
* I Knew Him When : a Hoosier fable dealing with the happy days of away back yonder (1910)
* Hoosier hand book and true guide for the returning exile (1911)
* Verses and jingles (1911)
* Just out of college; a light comedy in three acts (1912)
* Knocking the neighbors (1913)
* Ade's fables (1914)
* Invitation to you and your folks from Jim and some more of the home folks (1916)
* Marse Covington; a play in one act (1918)
* Hand-made fables (1920)
* Single blessedness, and other observations (1922)
* Mayor and the manicure; a play in one act (1923)
* Nettie, a play in one act (1923)
* Speaking to father; a play in one act (1923)
* Father and the boys; a comedy-drama (1924)
* The Sigma Chi Creed (1929)
* On the Indiana trail (1930)
* Old-time saloon: not wet--not dry, just history (1931)
* Thirty fables in slang (1933)
* One afternoon with Mark Twain (1939)
* Notes & reminiscences (with John T. McCutcheon) (1940)
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George Ade Poems
I'm great and I know it.
The very first duty of a chaperon Is to leave the young folks quite alone; Permitting them to sit up late
Weak Little Woman
I speak for poor little woman — Please do not turn away; Oh, mighty man, do what you can, Our misery to allay.
What Man Dare Say?
What man dare say that he is quite immune From charms and spells that ev'ry girl possesses ? A budding love is like the warmth of June,
Through all the moving thoroughfares And in the contending marts of trade; Within the babbling magazines and
Mrs. B.: From out a canon in the West I came with colors flying, To meet the people known as ' best,' or strain myself while trying;
The La Grippe
I am not hypercritical on points of punctuation; A misplaced comma now and then is surely not a sin;
We haven't the appearance, goodness knows, Of plain commercial men; From a hasty glance, you might suppose We are fractious now and then.
A Business Deal
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald, With the outward seeming and the attire Of a devout deacon, and yet possessing
Love, You Must Be Blind
Tell me if you can, the rule by which a man Selects his worse or better half. Truly it would seem to be a lott'ry scheme,
The rose of June can feel no sorrow, It never droops or says ' Ah me! ' It never sees a sad to-morrow, ' But greets each day with rapture free.
Leave It To The Boys In The Navy
I From the rousing times of old Paul Jones Down to the present day,
Keep Your Whip In Your Hand
Each man is like a noble steed; When he's a colt I take him; I lock him up and watch his feed,
I Like You Lil
I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairies Not one o' the bunch could put me to the bad;
A Business Deal
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald,
With the outward seeming and the attire
Of a devout deacon, and yet possessing
The frolicsome nature of an unbroken colt,
Pushed soft his entrance to a long day coach.
The same, to make the purpose of the tale,
Was well-nigh rilled with passengers
Of all degrees. ' Where shall I sit? '
Thus asked the ancient joker, for, in truth,