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Abe Martin of Brown County, Indiana. Hubbard, Kin, 1868–1930 
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ABE MARTIN

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To My Wife

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ABE MARTIN OF
BROWN COUNTY, INDIANA

By

KIN HUBBARD

Third Edition

Compiled from
THE INDIANAPOLIS NEWS 1906

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Copyright, 1906
By
F. K. HUBBARD

PRESS OF
LEVEY BROS. & CO
INDPLS.

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INTRODUCTORY

Persons who have tried all known patent medicines without relief will do well to try these Abe Martin dandelion and sassafras cocktails before turning their faces to the wall. Abe is now an established institution and no supper table is complete without him. The clods are softer under the weary hoof and the plow-handles easier to manage after a moment's communion with Abe. He is Plato on a cracker barrel; or radiant Socrates after Xanthippe's departure to visit her own folks in Tecumseh Township.

A cartoon and two sentences are sufficient for Mr. Hubbard's purposes, and no one since "A. Ward" has shown the same genius for mirth-provoking epigram. Abe's friends are as classic as Abe's whiskers, and those of us who have stayed all night at the "grand hotel" of some budding town that hopes to have a street fair and a ten-wagon circus next yeardelectable and permanent hope!know that Constable Newt Plum, Tipton Bud, Niles Turner, Pinky Kerr, Tilford Moots, the Misses Fawn Lippincut and Tawney Apple are veritable figures snatched page: [][View Page []] bodily from the rural landscape. Mr. Hubbard is a direct descendant of the well-known Hubbard family whose dog got no bone from the historic cupboard. Toothpicks from this cupboard are now sold at two dollars apiece at the Museum of Fine Arts in Chillicothe, Ohio.

In fifteen years' acquaintance I have never known Mr. Hubbard to be serious but once, and that was when he described Bellefontaine as a place that the expectant pilgrim could always identify by the two sparrows on the south end of the water tank near the Big Four station. I have passed that tank twenty-seven times since and have found Mr. Hubbard's statement accurate in every particular.

It is, therefore, with a clear conscience that I give this symphony in gingham my hearty endorsement; and if the author of it should be arrested for arson or safe-blowing at any time when I myself am at large, I solemnly promise to be one of ten thousand men to put up a dime apiece to bail him out.

MEREDITH NICHOLSON.

Indianapolis, November 7, 1906.

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