Reviews for People You Know (Illustrated Edition)

The average rating for People You Know (Illustrated Edition) based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2021-01-18 00:00:00 Jerry Gragnani I didn't actually think most of this was all that funny, but I did glean some good turns of phrase and ways of speaking that were useful.

Review # 2 was written on 2008-04-09 00:00:00 Damien Davis This guy is hilareous! Aptly titled. Exerpt: (after a night of heavy drinking...) "Soon after the Lights went out and when he came back to Earth he was lying the wrong way of his Bed with Blue Badges all over him, trying to swallow a Bath Towel, which he afterward discovered was his Tongue. By getting a leverage under his Head he managed to pry it up and then he sat on the edge of the Bed and called himself Names. He had nothing left over except the Cards given to him by the Brothers from up State somewhere. He had a dim and sneaking Recollection that he had given his Adress and Phone Number to the whole Tribe and begged them to look him up. "Not any more in Mine," said he, as he held a Towel under the Faucet, "Not for all of Morgan's would I look at any more of that Essence of Trouble. I wonder if I'll live through the Morning." That Day he lived on Bromo and Ice, and the only Satisfaction this Life offered was the Fact that he was a Reformed Man. On the Second Day he could look at Solid Food withough having a Spasm. His Hair stopped pulling and he began to speak to the People he met. When asked to step out for a little while, he lost his Temper and made a little Talk on the Subject, proving conclusively that there was Nothing in it. As he walked homeward in the Dusk he passed the Clubs and Cafes where those who Drank were rounding up and he felt sorry for them. "Why can't they pass it up, the same as I do?" he asked himself. "Ah, if only they knew how much more Fun it is to be Respectable." It was an actual Mystery to him that any one could dally with a Dry Martini while there was a Hydrant on every Corner. On the third Day he was cracking his Whip and begging People to get up on the Wagon with him. And he said it was a Queer Thing, but he couldn't bear the Sight of it. While on the fourth Evening he confessed to some nice People he met at a Church Social that at one time he had allowed himself to be coaxed into taking an occasional Nip but he reasoned it all out and decided it was a Bad Thing and simply Chopped it right off. They told him it was wonderful that so much Will Power he had and asked him if he ever felt the Old Craving coming back on him, and he said he could see it splashing all around him and not have the faintest Desire to dip in. He was so stuck on himself that he went around to call on all his Friends who kept it on the Table so that he could wave it to one side and tell how he despised it. He sat there and pitied those who were inhaling it. Every Morning when he arose he would throw kisses to himself in the Glass and exclaim: "Aha! The Head as clear as a Bell this A.M. I'll bet I'm the cleanest and nicest Young Fellow in this Town. Any Girl that picks out a Sober and Steady Man such as I am will certainly be showing good Judgment." As Narrated at the Beginning, for three weeks he workd hard at the Job of being an Abstainer. And at last he accumulated a Sense of Virtue that weighed over 200 Pounds. He knew that he was entitled to a Reward, so he decided to buy himself a little Present. Just a wee Reminder of by-gone Days and then back to Sarsaparilla. But he fell into a Crowd. There was another State Convention. It had been arranged for him so that he could get a Fresh Start. Moral: Life is a Series of Relapses and Recoveries."