There is something particularly sinister about murders that not only go unsolved, but where it is impossible to even find the motive for the killing. Such an unaccountable act of evil leaves onlookers with the horrified thought, “For all I know, that could have been me…” The following mystery is one of those cases.36-year-old Daryl Crouch was president of a successful family-owned
Stop by this week as we explore what happened the week before the murders, Emma and Lizzie’s getaway to Fairhaven and New Bedford, and new imagery which will help to tell the story. The pears are almost ripe, August 4th is coming fast, and thoughts begin to turn to that house on Second Street once again. Follow us at https://www.facebook.com/lizziebordenwarpsandwefts/ !
By the time Sicilian immigrant Michael Lanza founded his namesake restaurant in 1904, the location he chose on First Avenue between 10th and 11th Streets was shaping into a mini Little Italy. Across the Avenue on 11th Street was Veniero’s, the Italian bakery dating back to 1894. in 1908, specialty grocers Russo’s would open a […]
Youth With Executioner by Nuremberg native Albrecht Dürer … although it’s dated to 1493, which was during a period of several years when Dürer worked abroad. November 13 [1617]. Burnt alive here a miller of Manberna, who however was lately … Continue reading →
Three teenage boys made a shocking discovery in Philadelphia’s East Fairmont Park on December 26, 1888. They were in a secluded area near the reservoir where the Water Department stored pipes. Sitting atop a large steel pipe, one of the boys noticed two coarse gunny sacks inside the three-foot mouth of a nearby pipe. He thought they contained the clothes of a tramp. Another boy took a pocketknife
Soapy Smith STAR NotebookPage 21 - Original copy1884Courtesy of Geri Murphy(Click image to enlarge)
oapy Smith's early trips in Texas, Arizona, California, and the men he met.Operating the prize package soap sell racket in 1884.
This is page 21, which appears to be a continuation of pages 19-20, which ends listing cities in Texas, and page 21 continues in Texas. If this is accurate then
[Editor’s note: Guest writer, Peter Dickson, lives in West Sussex, England and has been working with microfilm copies of The Duncan Campbell Papers from the State Library of NSW, Sydney, Australia. The following are some of his analyses of what he has discovered from reading these papers. Dickson has contributed many transcriptions to the Jamaica […]
Pugilists, Variety Actors and Opera Bouff People on a Grand Hurrah.
The Long Island Sound steamboat, "City of New York," had a strange conglomeration of characters on board on her trip from New York to New London, Conn., the other night. It was Sunday night, and the Aimee opera troupe, Harrigan & Hart's variety troupe, Johnny Dwyer, who recently fought and whipped Elliott; Dooney Harris, Dwyer's backer, and several gamblers, roughs and sporting men were on board. Aimee played poker with three male members of her troupe all the way up. Dwyer and Dooney entered into friendly gin-hiding competition, and the variety people shocked the Sunday sanctity with variations upon the ballad “Such an education has my Mary Ann." During the voyage Dwyer and Harris discussed theological questions with more energy than discretion, especially Mr. Harris, who, feeling himself aggrieved at being called a Roman pup, gave one of his gang an unanswerable argument in the shape of a knockdown blow. The two troupes numbered one hundred and fifty people, and there were fifty or sixty other passengers. By the time the boat reached New London the bibulous element in the party had succumbed to the insidious character of their beverages, and were quiet as lambs, but Aimee obligingly sang now and then for the benefit of those who had ears to hear. It was a red-hot time all round, and there were some sore and swelled heads in the party of amusement artists which landed in Boston on Monday morning.
"We follow vice and folly where a police officer dare not show his head, as the small, but intrepid weasel pursues vermin in paths which the licensed cat or dog cannot enter."
The Sunday Flash 1841