When Charles Sale wrote, and published, this book it's purpose was to preserve his stage act for posterity. In the 1920s/'30s, to most people in his American audiences the privy was a reality (and in rural Norfolk, England we were still using an 'Elsan' in the 1970s) and they were able to relate to the situations directly. People coming to it now for the first time might do best to think of it as a gentle 'Horrible Histories' account. In a time when most things are mass produced, and keeping up with the Jones's comes down to having enough money for a flashier car/TV or employing a 'craftsman' to build your conservatory, it is amusing to see, at a time when mass-production was emerging, the same trait existing and a privy builder bemoaning the demise of the specialist, while warning against employing a cheap-jack. Sales' down-home style provides an easy reading account, and don't expect in-your-face lavatory humour, but something that your maiden aunt would chuckle at. As much as I recommend 'The Specialist' to anyone, I cannot do the same for the follow-up, 'Master Builder'. For good reason it took 60+ years for it to be published in Britain. In expanding it into a book of general advice for businessmen (albeit a very short one), like many follow-ups it has the feel of cashing in on the original[ASIN:0370309278 The Master Builder].