Mister Munger

              Mister Munger
His own stuff and style



H
e who makes two smiles to grow where there was but one groan before is a public benefactor.  
Munger




Management
Century Lyceum Bureau
Auditorium Building
Chicago





In regard to Mister Munger



Mr. Munger delights in the quaint, odd, and fanciful, both in things and in folks.  His way of putting things is distinctly original; as when he speaks of a slow old town as one that
 
had crawled up on the bank of the river to die.
  
Mr. Munger's sayings, like those of Artemus Ward, often take the most unexpected turns, such as:
  
About that time I married my present wife, who still survives me;
 
My father was a preacher and I didn't have any money, either.




In his delineations of character he excels in portraying odd and peculiar types, and his platform work consists for the greater part of humorous philosophy and life-like characterizations.  He uses his humor, however, not alone to entertain, but to express vital truths, as when he remarks:
  
It is not easy to get into 'high society', especially if you try to get in 'head first'.
  
His humor is never unkind.  He makes fun of characteristics, but not of people.  His viewpoint is well expressed in his lines closing the portrayal of a fantastic figure of odd make-up and queer ideas:



P
oor praise to say his intentions were good;


I would say more; this much I could:


'I would rather have in this thick old head


A brain that is cracked than a soul that is dead.'





His whole aim is nowhere better indicated than in his lines which we quote on the last page of this announcement.






Griffuel H. Munger







N
o ardent bard shall name me great,


Nor twine his laurel wreaths for me;


No bronzed plate my deeds relate


To people yet to be.




For this one gift I pray:




A soul great enough to hear and to feel


In the roar of the storm, in the hum of the bee,


In the beat of the surf, in the gull's slow wheel,


The rhythmic song of Infinity.


May I have, O God, as I plod along,


A soul that is great enough to see


In every face in the motley throng


A broken image of Thee.