~From The Breckenridge American (Breckenridge, Tex.), Friday, August 21, 1936
Found a trailer on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awrmhrCFk2o
A group of fisherman off the coast of Florida shot this moderately horrifying video of a prehistoric-looking fish taking down a small shark in a single bite.
wait i can explain
“Lola Montez in a baggage Car.—We hear that the dashing Countess of Landsfeldt created quite a sensation on a train of cars between Niagara Falls and Buffalo last Friday. She was going from the Falls to Buffalo, and feeling inclined for a smoke, made her way from the passenger car forward into the baggage car, where, to the horror of the railroad men there congregated, she drew forth a delicate little case, took from it a fragrant cigaritte, lit it, and composed herself on a pile of baggage for its comfortable enjoyment. The coolness and abandon of the independent Lola struck the men in authority speechless for a while, but one of them soon found voice enough to insinuate to the lady that her presence in the car would not be allowed, as it was entirely contrary to the rules of the road.
The ‘gritty’ Countess turned a look of the most sovereign contempt upon the stalwart baggage smasher, and without the least emotion replied that she had traveled all over the United States, and had made it a point to travel in whatever car she pleased; that for the time being it was her pleasure to travel in that car, and that she should not leave it until the train entered Buffalo; that she had cowhided better men than any of those that she saw present, and could upon occasion perform the same feat again! The ‘boys’ were aghast: Lola took the matter easily, and never stirred from her position, but there was a lurking devil in her eye whose spring it was deemed best not to provoke, and the lady was suffered to enjoy her position during the trip to the city without further molestation. “
~From The Eastern Texian (San Augustine, Tex.), Saturday, August 15, 1857
"JEWISH NEGRO COUNT IS NOW AN AMERICAN
Upton Private From Abyssinia Speaks 27 Languages
Camp Upton, Aug. 15,—American citizenship was granted to-day to Count David Ben Isaac de Kellscritta, a Jewish negro private who speaks twenty-seven languages and claims blood relationship with the late King Menelik of Abyssinia. He was born in that country, in the section known as Italian Somaliland and was naturalized as a subject of Italy.
The papers were issued in the soldier court over which Justice Joseph Morschauser presides. Private Kellscritta’s only regret, and that very slight, at being naturalized was that he relinquishes the nobility which had been his in Abyssinia.
His marvellous knowledge of languages was proved by the court interpreters, who gave him long test questions in English, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Polish, the Scandinavian languages, Italian, Greek, Arabian, Hebrew, Turkish and various dialects. His responses were perfect. His proficiency in Hebrew is particularly complete, as at one time he studied for rabbinical orders.
Because of his linguistic gifts he may be given a transfer to the intelligence service from the medical detachment of an engineer regiment with which he came to camp. The Jewish negro’s home is 410 Fourth street, Milwaukee.”
~From The sun. (New York [N.Y.]), 16 Aug. 1918. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.
"It is difficult to imagine what the next generation will be like if the craze for cigarette smoking goes on increasing at the present rate. Not only young men, but even young women seem to find it impossible to exist for more than an hour at the least without having recourse to whatever brand of cigarette is the proper one at the moment.
Once or twice lately while the Lenten dance season was at its highest, I have strolled into balls at immense hostelries hard by where hostesses find it convenient to hire a suite of rooms and pay a check of something like $5000, when they could give a dance at home for one quarter of that sum.
That, however, as Rudyard Kipling says, is another story. What I wish to remark on is the craze for cigarette smoking, which shows itself at these festivals by young folks finding comfortable corners on staircases, in out of the way rooms and halls or balconies, not, as one might expect, to spoon, but that they may enjoy a cigarette together.
And at the hotel in question if one goes to the restaurant for supper at a private ball say at 1 a.m., a perfect cloud of cigarette smoke greets you as you enter, which very decidedly takes off from the flavor the excellent wines and viands that are provided. This is all bad enough, but as nothing compared with the seriousness of young men and women smoking cigarettes all day as well as all night and rendering themselves, after a few years, nervous and neurotic, perfectly useless to themselves and everybody else.”
~From Daily Bulletin. (Brownwood, Tex.), August 16, 1910
"Don’t fall into the very ugly fashion of standing with one foot on the pedal when dismounted; many girls do it unconsciously, and it is extremely unbecoming."
~From The Houston Daily Post (Houston, Tex.), Tuesday, August 17, 1897
"TO THE LADIES. —A young gentleman of our acquaintance desires us to speak a good word for him to the young ladies. He wishes to marry; believes it his duty; has tried several but failed; is good looking, we might in justice say, he is handsome to which circumstance, no doubt he owes his ill-success in the business; but which is no fault of his. He thinks he can support an economical, industrious, amiable, beautiful, intelligent, agreeable and affectionate young lady, (and we would like to know who could not,) and if there be any such (there are hundreds of them) within fifty miles (if we were a young man we could find one nearer home,) of Eutaw, desiring to embark in the matrimonal line (there is no if’s about it) they will be favored with his attentions, (no doubt of it) by addressing a line to the ‘Observer.’ As the gentleman is indeed in earnest, we hope some of our fair friends will take pity on him, and relieve his anxious fears. We will take the liberty of giving the young lady who may offer full particulars of the gentleman, before we give him any information as to the applicant. For our services in the affair, we will charge the gentleman five dollars for every bona fide application. Pitch in ladies, you might do worse."
~From The Indianola Bulletin (Indianola, Tex.), August 17, 1855
"To fail is to give up. But you are in the midst of a moving process. Nothing fails then. All goes on. Work is done. If good, you learn from it. If bad, you learn even more. Work done and behind you is a lesson to be studied. There is no failure unless one stops. Not to work is to cease, tighten up, become nervous and therefore destructive of the creative process."
Thrash Barbie girl song. Click through to listen.
Meet Cory Nieves. He’s a dapper, 10-year old CEO of Mr. Cory’s Cookies who started his own booming cookie business in an effort to help his mom buy a car after moving from NYC to New Jersey in 2009.
Don’t you just love this?
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS OMFG
He dresses better than I do
Elliott Smith plays “Miss Misery” at the 1998 Oscars
"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."
(illustration by Brianna Ashby)
Brianna sent this over to me this morning, and it’s perfect. Like most of us, she needed to do something with her grief about Robin’s passing, to make something to help capture all the various emotions we’ve all been feeling since Monday. It’s been a tough week for a lot of people. Things like this help.
"Teach your daughter to read more ads than novels. Not that novel reading is harmful. It is good—like dessert after a substantial meal. Reading ads will make her practical in her ideas and will make romance reading wholly harmless."
"Dr. Edwin R. Scott asserts he has invented a new engine of death that will make war so terrible all nations will live at peace. His machine is of the ‘death ray’ type, he says, and will kill anything that comes in its path up to twenty miles away. He will give American naval officers a demonstration off San Francisco shortly."
~From The Breckenridge Daily American (Breckenridge, Tex), Thursday, August 13, 1925
Dad’s gotten 1000% better talking about periods since we started using Shark Week euphemisms:
"Ah, it’s Shark Week?" = "Ah, you started your period?"
"Harpoons on deck?" = "Do you have enough pads/tampons/etc?"
"Chum stocks are holding?" = "Do you need chocolate/midol?"
"Supplies are low cap’n" = "Yes, please."
"What kind (of shark) is it?" = "How do you feel?"
- "It’s a Nurse Shark" = "I’m fine/not bad"
- "GREAT WHITE OFF THE STARBOARD BOW" = "FUCKING OW"
OMG THIS IS ADORABLE
live every week like it’s shark week
Oh mighty boosh.
….. i kinda want to see the video for this now
The Unseen #9 (1953)
I can't do this. I'm leaving the Internet for a while. It hurts too much. Bye.
I have no words.
RIP kiddo. Hope you found some peace.
"Monsier Reynard made a balloon ascension from Waterbury, Conn. on the 4th, and when some distance up he let drop two chickens, and after them a cat in a parachute. The fowls fluttered safely down, and the cat reached the earth in a straight line from where she was launched, with hair bristling, talons extended and eyes glaring, and hoarse from wauling at her terrible position."
~From The Eastern Texian (San Augustine, Tex.), Saturday, August 8, 1857
Never go outside