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Lewis Christopher Edward Baumer
Lewis Christopher Edward Baumer (1870–1963) was a British illustrator and cartoonist best known for his work in magazines such as "Punch" and "The Tatler". His illustrations were often whimsical and sophisticated, capturing the wit and elegance of Edwardian society. Baumer also provided illustrations for books, including children's literature, with notable works like "Book of Nonsense" by Edward Lear. His artistic style combined a sense of humor with a delicate, refined drawing technique, making his work widely recognized and admired in early 20th-century Britain.
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OUR FIRST SORROW. "O, it is trouble very bad,Which causes us to weep;All last night long we were so sad,Not one of us could sleep." Sometimes they called us all three just "the boys." But I don't think that was fair. I may have been rather a tomboy, but I wasn't quite so bad as to be called a "boy." I was nine then— I mean I was nine at the beginning of the time I am...
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CHAPTER ONE THE HEADMASTER First of all there is the Headmaster of Fiction. He is invariably called "The Doctor," and he wears cap and gown even when birching malefactorsâwhich he does intermittently throughout the dayâor attending a cricket match. For all we know he wears them in bed. He speaks a language peculiar to himselfâa language which at once enables you to recognise him...
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CHAPTER I. AT WAR WITH THE WORLD."Who would think so small a thingCould make so great a pother?" A pretty, cheerful nursery—a nursery in which surely children could not but be happy—with pictures on the walls and toys in the glass-doored cupboard, and rocking-horse and doll-house, and everything a child's heart could wish for. Spring sunshine faint but clear, like the first pale...
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