Nibsy's Christmas E-Book

Jacob A. Riis

• Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

In "Nibsy's Christmas," Jacob A. Riis masterfully intertwines a narrative rich with social commentary and poignant storytelling, encapsulating the struggles of the urban poor during the late 19th century. The novella, infused with Riis's characteristic blend of realism and empathy, serves as a microcosm of the broader societal challenges faced by immigrant communities in New York City. His vivid descriptions and engaging prose highlight the innocence of childhood against the backdrop of poverty, inviting readers to reflect on themes of compassion, generosity, and the human spirit during the holiday season. Jacob A. Riis, a Danish-American social reformer and journalist, dedicated his life to exposing the harsh realities of tenement life and advocating for social change. His experiences as an immigrant shaped his understanding of the plight of the underprivileged, inspiring him to use his writing to give voice to the voiceless. Riis's commitment to social justice is evident in his other works, including "How the Other Half Lives," making "Nibsy's Christmas" a natural extension of his mission to illuminate the struggles of the marginalized. This insightful tale is highly recommended for readers seeking a deeper understanding of urban life and childhood amid adversity. Riis's ability to evoke empathy and provoke thought ensures that "Nibsy's Christmas" remains a relevant and impactful read for those interested in social issues, historical narratives, and the enduring impact of the holiday spirit.

Leseprobe

Jacob A. Riis

Nibsy's Christmas

Published by Good Press, 2022

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EAN 4064066194567

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Short Story Index Reprint Series

BOOKS FOR LIBRARIES PRESS

FREEPORT, NEW YORK

First Published 1893

Reprinted 1969

WHAT THE CHRISTMAS SUN SAW IN THE TENEMENTS SKIPPY OF SCRABBLE ALLEY

WHAT THE CHRISTMAS SUN SAW IN THE TENEMENTS

SKIPPY OF SCRABBLE ALLEY

Short Story Index Reprint Series

BOOKS FOR LIBRARIES PRESS

FREEPORT, NEW YORK

First Published 1893

Reprinted 1969

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STANDARD BOOK NUMBER: 8369-3073-8

LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOG CARD NUMBER: 71-90590

MANUFACTURED BY HALLMARK LITHOGRAPHERS, INC. IN THE U.S.A.

To Her Most Gracious Majesty Louise Queen of Denmark the friend of the afflicted and the mother of the motherless in my childhood's home these leaves are inscribed with the profound respect and admiration of the Author

NIBSY'S CHRISTMASWHAT THE CHRISTMAS SUN SAW IN THE TENEMENTSSKIPPY OF SCRABBLE ALLEY

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NIBSY'S CHRISTMAS

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It was Christmas-eve over on the East Side. Darkness was closing in on a cold, hard day. The light that struggled through the frozen windows of the delicatessen store, and the saloon on the corner, fell upon men with empty dinner-pails who were hurrying homeward, their coats buttoned tightly, and heads bent against the steady blast from the river, as if they were butting their way down the street.

The wind had forced the door of the saloon ajar, and was whistling through the crack; but in there it seemed to make no one afraid. Between roars of laughter, the clink of glasses and the rattle of dice on the hard-wood counter were heard out in the street. More than one of the passers-by who came within range was taken with an extra shiver in which the vision of wife and little ones waiting at home for his coming was snuffed out, as he dropped in to brace up. The lights were long out when the silent streets re-echoed his unsteady steps toward home, where the Christmas welcome had turned to dread.

But in this twilight hour they burned brightly yet, trying hard to pierce the bitter cold outside with a ray of warmth and cheer. Where the lamps in the delicatessen store made a mottled streak of brightness across the flags, two little boys stood with their noses flattened against the window. Their warm breath made little round holes on the frosty pane, that came and went, affording passing glimpses of the wealth within, of the piles of smoked herring, of golden cheese, of sliced bacon and generous, fat-bellied hams; of the rows of odd-shaped bottles and jars on the shelves that held there was no telling what good things, only it was certain that they must be good from the looks of them.

And the heavenly smell of spices and things that reached the boys through the open door each time the tinkling bell announced the coming or going of a customer! Better than all, back there on the top shelf the stacks of square honey-cakes, with their frosty coats of sugar, tied in bundles with strips of blue paper.

The wind blew straight through the patched and threadbare jackets of the lads as they crept closer to the window, struggling hard with the frost to make their peep-holes bigger, to take in the whole of the big cake with the almonds set in; but they did not heed it.

"Jim!" piped the smaller of the two, after a longer stare than usual; "hey, Jim! them's Sante Clause's. See 'em?"

"Sante Claus!" snorted the other, scornfully, applying his eye to the clear spot on the pane. "There ain't no ole duffer like dat. Them's honey-cakes. Me 'n' Tom had a bite o' one wunst."

"There ain't no Sante Claus?" retorted the smaller shaver, hotly, at his peep-hole. "There is, too. I seen him myself when he cum to our alley last——"

"What's youse kids a-scrappin' fur?" broke in a strange voice.

Another boy, bigger, but dirtier and tougher looking than either of the two, had come up behind them unobserved. He carried an armful of unsold "extras" under one arm. The other was buried to the elbow in the pocket of his ragged trousers.

The "kids" knew him, evidently, and the smallest eagerly accepted him as umpire.