Of all the followers of Ring W. Lardner, concoctors of colloquial slang and slapstick humor, there is no finer exemplar than H. C. Witwer. Witwer writes with a steady, unabated dash; his humor is so obvious that one wonders wanly long after why it induced a smile; when he is pathetic, which is very seldom, it is pathos of the good old ten, twent', thirt' variety.
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