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Soapy Smith STAR NotebookPage 20 - Original copy1884Courtesy of Geri Murphy(Click image to enlarge)
oapy Smith's early empire growth in Denver.Operating the prize package soap sell racket in 1884.
This is page 20, the continuation of page 19, and dated May 6 - May 29, 1884, as well as the continuation of pages 18-19, the beginning of Soapy Smith's criminal empire building in Denver, Colorado.&
As anyone who has ever taken a walk through a city park knows, New York is rich with beautiful bronze statues. Typically they grace a public space, often on a decorative pedestal or base and in a setting that underscores their importance (or their importance at the time the statue was completed). Then there are […]
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 →
On the morning of March 22, 1881, 60-year-old Alby C. Thompson was found in the Thames Hotel on Market Street in Norwich, Connecticut, suffering from a “paralytic fit.” It was a bad part of town, known for crime and prostitution, and it was assumed that Thompson was the victim of a robbery. He was taken to his home.Three days later, blood oozed from his ears, and doctors discovered that Thompson
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/ !
[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 […]
A Merrymaking Party That Carried Matters Too Far in the Theatre.
About seventy-five members of the Ariel Bowling Club attended the performance at the Academy of Music at Baltimore, Dec. 8, where Pauline Hall and Richard Golden appeared in the "Honeymoon."
Some of the young men had imbibed rather freely in anticipation of the good time that was to follow the show, when the club banquet was to be attended by Miss Hall and the rest of the company. The front seats of the orchestra circle had been reserved for the clubmen, and the performers and the Ariels prepared to have a jolly time with the various bon mots and jokes that were to pass between the actors and the audience.
The hilarious clubmen went a little too far, and then there was trouble. They started in by guying all hands, interrupting the performers, and then started to shying sandwiches, with which they were provided, on the stage. Another crowd would throw a rag baby attached to a string at the performers and then jerk it away.
Finally Mr. Golden grew angry, and walking down to the footlights, said that the behavior was offensive, and that there were others in the theatre besides the clubmen. Miss Hall stepped from the wings to applaud this speech. This made the clubmen angrier.
They kept silence when either Miss Hall or Golden appeared, but applauded uproariously whenever others of the company were on the stage. One of the men insisted on pushing $20 bills on the head of his cane at the chorus girls. This, of course, broke up the arrangements for the evening. The Ariels held the banquet, but the "Honeymooners" did not join in the festivities.
"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