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January 7, 2017

Mt. Vernon Town Marshal Kills George W. Gentry, Rockcastle, 1910

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This case and the majority of the articles below were sent to me by Mitch Harris. Thank you! 



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[July 21, 1910] -

TOWN MARSHAL

At Mt. Vernon Shoots and Fatally Wounds a Prominent Saw Mill Man Today

Special to The Advocate.

Mt. Vernon, Ky., July 21. -- At 10 o'clock this morning, E. R. Ferguson, town marshal of Mt. Vernon, shot and fatally wounded George W. Gentry, a prominent saw-mill man. The tragedy occurred on Main street in this city. Some days ago the marshal arrested one of Gentry's boys on a minor charge and when he met the officer this morning, Gentry slapped him in the face. Ferguson drew his revolver and fired a charge in his abdomen. The ball passed entirely through his body. Physicians say there is no chance for Gentry to recover. The marshal is 37 years old and Gentry about 50. Both have families. The shooting caused considerable excitement in town. [1]






January 17, 2016

Description of Stagecoach Journey From Stanford to Somerset, 1871

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[July 30, 1871] -

THE ROUTE OF THE RAILROAD

Correspondent Cincinnati Commercial

SOMERSET, PULASKI CO., KY., July 30, 1871.

AN ALL DAY'S JOURNEY.

Big things have been going on at Stanford the past week. The County Fair was held and a newspaper started. This paper is called the Democrat, and is Democratic in politics, but it is not sufficiently impressed with the shortness of life, for it has this paragraph: "We publish today a letter from Hon. A. H. Stephens on the New Departure. It is worth reading." 

The fair being over, people naturally enough wanted to go home, and this crowded the Somerset stage[coach] to its utmost capacity. I got on top with three others and a nigger. It was a hot place. Even the nigger sweat great drops of perspiration, and said in his agony that he would never go to another fair. The heat suffocated us, the sun scorched us, and the dust choked us. It had not rained for weeks, and all things seemed to have conspired to make us miserable. Philosophy states that black draws heat, and philosophy is quite correct. The top of the stage was covered with black carpet bags, black bundles, and the nigger was a very black one. The only things on the stage not black were my boots. To make our condition still more desperate, if that was possible, an insane man put a black dog into a black box and put it upon the black coach for the black nigger to sit on. The dog would not accept the temperature of the situation, and howled, and clawed, and foamed at the mouth, and wanted to come out among the other passengers, which would have been pleasant, as the whole top of the coach was no longer than the top of an ordinary cooking stove, and about as hot as one while a 4th of July dinner is being cooked.

Then the road was a dear piece of human ingenuity. During war times the Government had laid ten or twelve miles of it with corduroy, ever which the coach jolted about as it would over cross ties, laid far enough apart to let in the wheels a comfortable jolting distance.


June 26, 2014

Salesman Killed in Freak Accident at Saw Mill, 1909

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[March 19, 1909] -

HORRIBLE DEATH:--

Manly C. Albright, of Brodhead, traveling salesman for Stratton & Terstegge, met with a most horrible and tragic death Tuesday.  He had gone to W. M. Bullock's place of business about four miles south of here to sell that gentleman a bill of hardware.  Mr. Bullock was at his saw mill and the deceased stopped at the mill to see him.  It was about dinner time and Mr. Bullock asked Manly to go over and take dinner with him.  Passing out of the mill shed, they had to pass over the saw shaft, which was running at full speed.  Mr. Bullock passed over in safety, but the long overcoat worn by young Albright, caught on a set screw as he was passing over and in the twinkle of an eye his body wrapped about the whizzing saw rig and his life instantly beaten out, against the heavy timbers as he was whirled through the air.  Messrs John Marler, W. M. Bullock and James Johnson witnessed the awful occurrence and as best they were able to tell, the shaft made between five hundred and a thousand revolutions, before they were able to stop the engine.  The body was badly cut and bruised and there was hardly an unbroken bone in the body.  Undertaker Granville Owens, came up from Brodhead and he with Mr. A. B. Furnish and others went to the eventful spot picked up the body, which had already been cared for as best it could, by Mr. and Mrs. Marler, and others, and brought it to Mt. Vernon when it was shipped to his home at Brodhead.  Mr. J. C. McClary, the Stanford undertaker met the body there and prepared it for burial, which took place yesterday, near McKinney, Lincoln county.

But few young men could claim a wider circle of admiring friends than he.  His polite and genial manners, honesty, integrity and faithfulness to every trust won him the esteem, confidence and admiration wherever he was known.

No bronze or marble shaft, no splendor of ancient or modern tombs and no play of immortal genius can adorn the memory of such manly men.  Their lives, their deeds, their influence, living or dead, and their pure aspirations are the monuments that will keep their names burning in the home and the hearts of kindred and brethren, while the flying moments are dimming with their dust and rust the inscription upon the brightest obelisk in the cemetery.

While the silence of death wraps and chills us at this moment, memories, sweet and precious, come crowding in.

The remains were laid to rest yesterday the I.O.O.F's of which order he was an honored member, officiating. [1] 

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[1] "Horrible Death." Mount Vernon Signal, Mt. Vernon, KY. March 19, 1909. Page 3. LOC. http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn86069561/1909-03-19/ed-1/seq-3/

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May 1, 2014

Man Kills Brother-in-Law Over Land Disagreement, Pulaski, 1910

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[February 18, 1910] -

Jack McKinney, Wednesday shot and fatally wounded George Harper, from the effects of which Harper died yesterday morning at three o'clock.  Jack McKinney is a son of Mr. Dave McKinney and a brother-in-law of Harper, the man he killed.  Mr. David McKinney owns quite a boundary of land in the southern part of the county and Harper had been living on his father-in-law's, Mr. David McKinney, land and wanted to rent the land for another year, and over this the trouble started.  McKinney shot Harper four times with a 38 pistol, but as to further particulars we have been unable to learn, as the trouble occurred in Pulaski county and McKinney was arrested and taken to Somerset.  Both men were married and we understand Harper had several children. [1]








March 5, 2014

Robbers Decoy Man to His Door and Kill Him, Rockcastle, 1922

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[March 9, 1922] -


SLAYER OF ROCKCASTLE MAN CONFESSES, REPORT

Boys Discover Murder Thirty-six Hours After Crime---Three Suspects Arrested

[Special to The Herald]

RICHMOND, Ky., March 8.-- News as brought here today from Rockcastle county that a man named Cornett had confessed to the murder of Isaac W. Coyle last Thursday night at Coyle's home, three miles from Big Hill, Madison county.  "Uncle Ike," as he as called, was called to his door, shot to death and robbed of between $600 and $700.  News of his murder did not become known for almost 36 hours.

Boys playing crawled under the floor of his house.  One noticed blood dripping through a crack in the floor.  Investigation showed Mr. Coyle lying dead on the floor.  A pillow had been placed under his head and a blanket thrown over his body.  Blankets had been hung in front of the window.

The news that came from Mt. Vernon today was that three men had been arrested for the crime.  Their names were said to be McQueen, Cornett and Bowman, by William Coyle, of Indianapolis, who attended his brothers funeral and was in Richmond today.  He came by here, accompanied by his sister, Mrs. David Grady, and Miss Florence Coyle, a daughter of the dead man.  Coyle's widow and three sons, Nathan, Curtis and Isaac Coyle, Jr., all of Indianapolis, also survive.

The murdered man conducted a small country store near Big Hill on the Rockcastle side of the line.  He was a native of Madison county. [1]



February 22, 2014

Land Dispute Results in Killing, Pulaski, 1915

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George. W. "Dud" Whitaker was a cousin of Elisha Whitaker b. 1862, d. 1901.  Dud also testified at James Mize's trial because he was across the river at Elisha's house when the shooting happened.  This chart from my post on Elisha probably explains their relation best:


Fourteen years later, Dud met a fate similar to his cousin's.

January 7, 2014

Man Commits Suicide Over Sour Real Estate Deal, 1910

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[March 11, 1910] -

SUICIDE RESULT FROM A REAL ESTATE DEAL

Pulaski Farmer Shoots Self After Trading Off His Home

SOMERSET, Ky., March 10.-- O. C. Bilderbeck, about 55 years old, and a prominent citizen of Somerset, committed suicide yesterday morning by shooting himself through the head with a revolver.  Two weeks ago he traded his home on Maple street for a house and small farm on the Stanford road, just outside the city limits, and is thought to have been dissatisfied with his trade.

Yesterday morning he left his plow in the furrow, went to the house with tear stains on his cheeks, kissed his wife and walked away toward the barn.  A few minutes later a pistol shot was heard and he was found resting against the rear of the barn with a bullet hole in each side of his skull.  He lived but a few minutes.  He left no statement of any kind explaining his action.

Bilderbeck married a Miss Elliott of Somerset, some seven years ago.  Until two years ago they resided in Missouri, where he was employed in the machine shops.  Bilderbeck is a brother-in-law of Messrs. George L. and Robert Elliott and W. A. Pettus.  His friends claim that brooding over the land transaction was the cause of his act. [1]


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[1] "Suicide Results from a Real Estate Deal." Lexington Herald, Lexington, KY. March 11, 1910. Page 3. Genealogybank.com.

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November 7, 2013

Profile of Somerset, KY in the Lexington Herald, 1906

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[Feb 4, 1906] -



Somerset, the county seat of Pulaski county, is a good type of the enterprising and progressive cities which are now growing up more rapidly than ever before in the mountains of Eastern and Central Kentucky.  Within the last few years these small cities have taken a new lease of life and by reason of the infusion of new capital and development of the enterprises and natural resources of the respective counties have increased in population and wealth enormously.

Somerset is a division point on the Queen and Crescent railway, situated about 161 miles from Cincinnati and 177 miles from Chattanooga.  The nearest city of any size is Lexington, from which it is distant 82 miles.  In point of years, Somerset is one of the oldest towns in Kentucky, having been first settled in 1799.  But its growth in population was exceedingly slow.  It was incorporated as a city in 1887.  The slowness of that growth will be seen from the fact that at the close of the civil war it had a population of only 700.  The first indication of its recent progress dates from 1877, when the Queen and Crescent railway was completed: then it numbered 1,200.

November 5, 2013

Letter to the Editor about Reputation of Somerset, Pulaski, 1881

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This is an 1881 Letter to the Editor of the Cincinnati Daily Gazette regarding the tendency of the press to publish only negative stories about Somerset, KY.  (Since I focus on murder cases I know I'm guilty of this too.) The author goes on to highlight positive aspects of Somerset and Pulaski County, and I think it provides a nice early profile of the town and its industry.

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FROM SOUTHERN KENTUCKY.

Why Not the Good as Well as the Bad?--Resources of Southern Kentucky--Paints and Ochers--Good Farms and Timber--Coal and Ores--Freight for the Southern Railway.

To the Editor of the Cincinnati Gazette.

SOMERSET, Ky., Jan. 26.--You have certainly an enterprising correspondent at this point, who has a talent for collecting items of sensational and disgraceful transactions with which your readers are daily regaled.  Every incident of such character, within a radius of fifty miles, is faithfully reported as from this city, and thus the sobriquet of "dark and bloody ground," which somebody in the distant past gave to our grand old State, would seem to have been in accordance with the fitness of things.  And yet those who know us well are constrained to say that there is as much brightness and peace, as true a regard for the amenities of life to the square mile in Kentucky as can be found in any other Southwestern State of this Union.  If disorderly persons conduct themselves badly, of course they should be held to the consequences, but they ought not to be suffered to taint the character of good citizens, who bear toward them the proportion of at least ten to one.  If the character for decency and order of Cincinnati were judged by the tenor of the police reports your city would enjoy but an indifferent reputation; and if the safety of railroad travelling were estimated by the fatal casualties reported prudent people would not venture into the cars.

Now, the fact is, since the great Southern Railway was opened to this city and the Cumberland River, the material improvement of this old town and the ancient County of Pulaski has been so marked and rapid as to excite the admiration of all judicious observers.  Those of our Northern friends who visited us about the time of the battles of Mill Springs and Dutton's Heights who might again be set down here, as it were, "in the night," would scarcely recognize the locality, so important are the changes.  "South Somerset," around the depot, is growing rapidly, and bids fair to become a populous neighborhood, with flourishing manufactures.  Two new hotels, and some stores and shops, with other buildings, are there seen.  In the old town on the hill, the improvements are no less marked.  Many of the old tumble down wooden blocks have been removed, to make way for new structures of both brick and frame.  The city has become the intrepot for a large trade from all quarters, and banking, as well as other commercial concomitants, are in a thriving condition.

On the Cumberland River, but ten miles south of this town, are the well known coal mines from which Nashville and other towns below have been supplied for years, and from these ten barges of the black diamonds started last week for the State Capital of Tennessee, and since the Southern Railway was opened very large coal works have been built up at Greenwood, twelve miles south of this city, whence from 7,000 to 10,000 bushels are shipped daily for different stations on the railroad.  The southern part of Pulaski County abounds in excellent mineral coal, the trade in which is increasing with great rapidity.  The coal for Somerset is mined three and one-half miles east of this city, and is offered here at twelve and one-half cents per bushel.

Other valuable minerals abound in the county, and both copper and lead ores of workable excellence are among them.  Last summer Judge Pattus, an old citizen of Somerset, discovered a thick stratum of excellent ocher, immediately on the line of the Southern Railway, some two miles from this town, specimens of which were submitted to Prof. Wayne, of your city, and pronounced by him quite equal to the best French.  At the request of those interested, a competent and well known geologist of your city visited the locality, and determined that the mineral was there in exhaustless quantities.  I may add that a company has been formed to develop and work the mine.  Sidetracks will be constructed form the main line of railroad, mills and settling tanks constructed, and early arrangements made to put this valuable material on the market.  In this work, I understand, the company will enjoy the valuable agency of one of the oldest mineral paint houses in Philadelphia.

Much of our large county is a good agricultural district, especially in the portion southwest of Somerset.  Within the last eighteen months, under the efficient guidance of Mr. J. N. Brown, acting Immigration Agent for the Southern Railway, many families from Ohio, Indiana, and other Northwestern States have found homes among us, and "the cry is, 'Still they come!'" The timber resources of the county are also very great.  As this has always been a strong Union county, with a present Republican majority of from 300 to 700, strangers from the Northwest meet with no prejudice on account of politics, but are welcomed with true Kentucky hospitality.  We are glad to have new elements and new ideas introduced among us, and there will be no detriment offered to the free exersise of opinion, whether on religion or politics.  Old Pulaski County, named for a revolutionary hero, was contemporary with Clay, Crittenden, Robertson, and the best of early Kentuckians, and her citizens are proud of her history and jealous of her status.  Her leading men think she is entitled to a fair show in the time honored Republican organ of our sister State--a journal which is extensively read here, and which, we are persuaded, needs no urging to grant us a fair show before the reading world.

Yours truly,
J. P. R.

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[1] "From Southern Kentucky." Cincinnati Daily Gazette, Cincinnati, OH. January 28, 1881. Page 5. Genealogybank.com.

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August 9, 2013

Pomp at the Grave: Editorial on Funeral Expenses, 1894

From page 10 of the Portland Oregonian on February 4, 1894:

POMP AT THE GRAVE

BAB TALKS ON FUNERAL REFORM

Costly Caskets, Plumed Hearses, Wired Flowers and Somber Crape Mean Mockery of the Dead.

NEW YORK, Jan. 30.--[Special Correspondence.]--Who is to be considered--the living or the dead?  Do you know what I mean?  Put yourself in the place of the man who is earning $75 a month; he has a bit of a home, two or three children, and, by the care and economy of his wife, they live along without getting into debt; and yet, because illness will come to the rich and the poor alike, because there may be a desire to lend a helping hand to an erring brother, there is no money saved.  One day death comes to that little flat which represents home to these people.  It may be the baby who is dead; it may be the oldest child; and sorrow of sorrows, it may be the wife, or else, Gold help them! it may be the man himself.  The first awful grief over, somebody says something about the funeral.  You and I shrink with horror from the funeral trappings, and yet they must come.  There may be a little money given here and there, from one and another of the family, but the undertake glibly reminds the living that so much will have to be paid for the box which holds the casket without the soul; that so much must be paid for the horrible plumed hearse that carries that which you love, living or dead, and that behind it must come a troop of carriages filled with so-called friends, who absolutely enjoy the morbid curiosity that induces them to look at you in your grief.

Well, you give the little money that you have; you think how you loved that dear, dear one, and you feel as if somebody insists upon it that you must not fail in the outward respect due.

TO THIS ONE WHO IS SLEEPING.

And then for months after there must be money saved; you must give up the idea of doing what you wish for the living until you have paid for this wretched pomp shown to the dead.  And the boy who wanted to go to school another year is forced out into the world, and the girl who was anxious to study something, that she might in the future give a helping hand, has to stay at home and shed quiet tears over her disappointment.  All because a miserable, mean conception of what is right and what is wrong says that you shall bind yourself for many months to the dead and ignore the living.  I can't tell you how much I feel about this.  I have seen it, and while i know that a loving pride dictated it, still I felt that if the dead could come back and speak, they would ask that only a quiet resting-place be given to them, that only a willing prayer be one that comes from a home garden, and not that which passed through the hands of the florist and been wired by him to form what he calls "a most affecting token."

FLOWERS SENT FOR POLICY'S SAKE.

You see the great wagon full of flowers going out; it seems to you the expression of kindness.  Nine times out of ten it is the expression of policy, and many a man has robbed his own to buy the floral wreath that he felt bound to send to the home of his employer because death had entered it.  And what is the result?  Ask anybody in the cemetery, and they will tell you that those who prey on the dead, and there are plenty of them, take the ribbons off the palm leaves, break off the freshest of the flowers, and carry away the wire frames that were the foundations of the anchor, or the cross, or the crown, and sell them.

Well, after a while you have paid the undertaker's bills. And then, because somebody else's child has one, you feel that you must put up a marble monument, and for a year or perhaps two you act the thief to the living to gratify what is, after all, not a duty to the dead, but your own vanity.  You think, perhaps, that I am a little severe.  There is not today one human being who has a greater respect for that very reason I cannot see them made an excuse for extravagance, nor can I endure their going out of this world being made a sort of a festival lay for the mere acquaintance and the gossip.  What do I think is right? I'll tell you.  The first duty you owe is to the living, but you can give your love and reverence to the dead without interfering with that.  Take up the form that you loved, put it in its plain wooden box; if you wish, have a little plate with its with its name on it, but I think at the last great day neither God nor you will need to know the dear one; bury it quietly and with just a few simple services, and then come back home and go on living.  Let in the bright sunshine, and if you think, as you will many times, of that one who is no more on earth, you will think with love and not with horror as you would if, after the gorgeous funeral, each month found you worried to get together the money necessary to pay for what was simple ridiculous.

THE PRINCE'S BURIAL.

When the son of the Prince of Wales died, his father and brother walked three miles behind the caisson on which the coffin rested, and after them walked all those who wished to pay respect to the dead prince; none of the women, for one the other side they think, properly enough, that nervous, excited, tender-hearted women are out of place in cemeteries, and that it is the duty of the men of the family to bear the heaviest burdens.  Here, if that had been the soul of a salesman, or a man in the middle class of life, there would have been eight or ten expensive carriages to be paid for, and the family would be put in debt for months.  I feel all this just now very much, because on the other side of humanity I have seen so much of what I call the burden of the dead.  I know that until the wiser of our people insist upon funeral services being simpler, funeral trappings quieter, and announce the possibility of a great grief without yards of crape, that this burden will rest upon the poor forever and ever.

DEATH TAKES THE MILLIONAIRE.

The other day Mr. Van Million died.  His life hadn't been any two remarkable for its goodness, or its kindness, or its virtues, but still he was dead, and that can all be forgotten.  In the old race of death, Mr. Van Million is surrounded by blue violets and white lilies, by costly orchids and palm leaves, and all the wreathes and bunches of flowers are tied with great, broad ribbons.  And Mrs. Van Million enters the room to go to church, a moving mass of crape, that any woman who looks can estimate at its enormous cost.  And the church is open, and a well-known prima donna, well known alike for the beauty of her voice and the wickedness of her life, sings almost exquisitely.  And later on, at the grave, the Reverend Doctor Velvet makes a picture of himself as he looks up to the blue skies above him and carefully reminds God Almighty that in this, the loss of our dear brother, there has gone from us one who was most prominent, who was kind and good, and who will, without doubt, occupy in heaven that position in which he would find greatest happiness and be nearest to the great white throne."  And the Reverend Doctor Velvet knows that in his trousers pocket is a check for $1000 from Mrs. Van Million, thanking him for his goodness and for the thoughtful consideration that prompted him to give up the afternoon of his valuable time to her in her sorrow.  Undoubtedly, she felt this way--the Van Millions' wives and daughters love them, but it has been suggested to her by some one who knew that it was customary to give this monetary courtesy.

He values his time well.

You, who happen that day to have gone to look at a little baby's grave, pass this group, raise your hat and stand still for a moment; you know that when that baby died, you had gone to the Reverend Doctor Velvet, and told him that you earned $15 a week, and that you wanted some prayers said over your dead child, you know as well as I do, that the man who is supposed to preach the doctrine of Him who died that you might be saved, would instantly find a pleasant excuse for not doing as you asked.  Do I blame the clergy?  I do, most emphatically; I do not care to what church they may belong, I insist upon it that when it comes to a question of burying the dead, the rich and the poor stand alike in the presence of God, and that no man has a right to refuse to do his duty by them, and that no man has a right to accept money for the consolation that he gives the living and the prayers that he says for the dead.

If Mrs. Van Million realizes in her sorrow that there are others in this world who suffer, then she can give her check where it will do most good in memory of the dead; but the horror of paying a clergyman for speaking words of consolation has made more men lose faith than anything else in the world.

Why can't you be a little brave about your dead?  Why can't you say, when the breath has left the body, that no stranger hand can touch it, and robe it in anything it had worn in life; why won't you put it in a plain box, without embellishments of silver or gold; have it carried in a dark coach, and followed to its resting-place only by those who loved it while there was life in it?  How can you, if you have a heart, permit the mere curious to look at your dead?  How can you allow the people to whom she who is dead never spoke, never know of, to look at and criticise her, when she lies there helpless, unable to say a word?  What is the matter with the men and women?  They can write beautiful sentiment, they can talk of truth and art and love, and yet they permit their dead to endure vulgar stares, that living would have horrified them.  Why can't you have the moral courage, when death comes, to give to that dear body, because of your reverence for it, the simplest and sweetest of ceremonies, in which only those who loved it while it was alive take part?

I do not grieve the less because I refuse to go in debt for a crape gown, and yet the woman of moderate means thinks the world will believe that she did not care for the one who has gone before unless she gowns herself so that she looks gloomy and puts a heavy veil between her and God Almighty's sunshine.

If only the dead could come back and tell us!  If they could only say: "My dear ones, you do not make me believe less in your love or in your remembrance of me by all this folly, and I beg of you to go on and live your lives as you have done, and make me a living memory among you and not a dead one."  Who is to blame? I am afraid it is the people who have plenty of money, and who have thoroughly imbued all the rest of the world with the idea that respect to the dead is shown by long processions, by expensive caskets, and by the wearing of stuffs so gloomy that it makes death seem horrible rather than restful.  

THE QUAKER'S "EARTH TO EARTH."

We could all learn a less on from the gentle Quakers.  Among them the coffin in which the poor or the rich man sleeps is perfectly plain; he is laid in the ground about the meeting-house, and at his head is put a little stone--they are all alike--on which his name is engraved.  When a hundred years have gone by the stones are taken up, the ground is plowed over, and behold, it is ready to receive more sleeping forms, those closest to the living of today.  I have heard this called hard-hearted, but I do not think it is.

When the last great day comes, and the trumpets ring out its call, and you and I and our dead stand waiting to hear our names called, we may be very certain that the sin of avarice will not be forgiven because the mahogany casket cost $1000; that the sin of impurity will not be overlooked because the handles on it were solid silver; that the sin of dishonesty will not be wiped out because there rested above us a monument of the finest Carrara marble. [?ineligible] day the rich and the poor will really stand together in the sight of God, and this mortal shall put on immortality without there being any question of coffins or hearses, of funeral sermons or wired flowers, or lying obituaries; but it will be asked of each one.

"HOW IS IT WITH YOUR SOUL?"

There will never be a question of the treatment given to the dead body, but all will tend toward "How did you do your duty toward God and those whom he entrusted to you?"

Think it over; it's worth while, and make up your  mind, if grief comes, that you are going to do your duty to the living, and not make your sorrow an everlasting one by combining with it the horror of debt and the continual depriving of what belongs to the living that you may feel that you have done like the rest of the world to the dead.  You don't want to be like the rest of the world.  You want to be honest, clear-headed and clear-hearted, fearing no man and doing that which is right.  And the right way to treat your dead is to give them tender respect and put them in the warm arms of Mother Earth so quietly and so simply that your grief will have due honor given it because you have not attempted to frame it in vulgarity and ridiculous display.  Am I right?  I do believe I am.  And I prove my belief by putting to my opinion my name, which is ____________  BAB.

August 3, 2013

Description of a North Georgia Gold Mining Operations, 1832

From page 2 of the Savannah Georgian on October 4, 1832:

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[FROM A CORRESPONDENT.]


GOLD MINES.-- The gold mines that I visited, are situated about 24 miles above Clarksville, and among them is Loud's celebrated mine.  I was cautioned against catching the gold seeking fever so prevalent, but it was unnecessary, as I have always viewed it as the most uncertain speculation that could be pursued, and I saw nothing to alter that opinion.  The first was a mine belonging to a company, one of whom was Mr. Mirable, our host, who superintended it.  Twelve negroes were at work, some of whom were loosing the earth with mattocks, some carrying it to the rocker in barrows, and the others were working that machine.-- It is long and narrow, suspended at the ends to a frame, and rocked by means of a wooden arm that crosses it.  It is covered with an iron plate, pierced like a sieve, on which the earth is laid while a stream of water falling at the head or highest part, washes away all the soil and gravel of a certain size falls through the holes, the larger pieces being worked off.  Below the iron plate is a drawer or trough, divided into compartments, into each of which is a small portion of quicksilver, which active agent fastens upon every particle of gold, however minute, the moment it enters these cells.  We searched the drawer, it then being 12 o'clock, but found only two very small pieces.  The product by these twelve hands since they commenced work they told us had averaged a penny weight (80 or 90 cents) per day each, and this was considered a good business.  Each day's gold is put up in a separate wrapper, and at the end of the month the quick silver is evaporated.  The places most productive were at the base of hills and between them.  The surface soil to the depth of from six inches to six feet is first removed when they come to a strata of gravel which contains the gold.  The work appears to be excessively laborious, attended with great exposure but they say the negroes are healthy and contented; and we did see white people at the same employment, some engaged for their own benefit on small squares of soil they had leased, and others merely as laborers.  Loud's mines, of which I had heard so much, respecting its productiveness, adjoins this.  The proprietor was absent, and I did not perceive more than three rockers at work.  It is said that he bought it of Mr. Blake's agent for $10,000, but the principal in consequence of the sale being without his authority, required $11,000 more.  Vast quantities of gold, it is said, have been extracted here and sent to the native country (England) of the owner, and a solid lump had been dug out, weighing over 800 penny weights, and several very large though smaller pieces.  I could not here, notwithstanding these windfalls, that the products had paid the investment, and I am now told that Loud has sold this property to Col. Dickson, the agent of an English company, for $120,000, and that he (Col. D.) had made further purchases amounting in all to over $300,000.

On this place a complicated inclosure, intended to supersede the rockers in working for gold, worked by a steam engine, the invention of a mechanist named Bosworth, who formerly lived in Savannah, has been erected.  It was prepared at the north, and brought up a great expense, which was enhanced by the difficulty of getting a head of water to supply the boiler and washer.  Unfortunately when put in operation it was an entire failure. Two trials have been made without success, though the projector expects to succeed after a third.  It is a pity that so much expense (from 5 to $10,000) and labor should prove useless.  He has a vein mine, 5 miles from this, where the gold is gathered from the rock pulverised and washed, and I should suppose the engine at any rate would be unfit there.  The deposit mines are on land of the best soil, and it is really melancholy to see God's earth so defaced as these mining operations leave it.  Broad trenches, from 16 to 20 feet long and of a depth sufficient to get out of the whole strata of gravel, are dug, the substance all carried off by water, whilst the stones in huge heaps washed and bleached lie at their sides, thus totally ruining it for agricultural purposes.  Whole acres of what was productive soil are to be seen in this way pricked to the bones in appearance and destroyed.  Before the gold-finding machines, or rockets, came in use, the gold was obtained by pouring, a tedious process.  A man takes an ordinary tin pudding pan, fills it with earth, and with both hands holds it in the water, where he puts it in motion so as to wash away the soil, throwing out the gravel until there remains but a small portion in the bottom, when he washes more carefully until all the earth and gravel is exhausted and the gold, if any, remains.  The panning I saw produced by a few minute particles hardly discernible and not worth collecting.  I saw parties of two and three persons arrived with spades and pans, travelling about among the mines, picking up what they could catch.  Indeed the neighborhood was crowded with persons connected with the mines looking for land, buying gold, selling bacon, and corn, &c, &c.  A few, as I could learn, very few, make money out of gold hunting.  Your money makers and the speculators in gold lots, buying the land from the original owners and selling at ten and twenty times the cost.  The total number of persons whose manual labor is employed in the search in the counties of Habersham, Hall and Rabun, is about 2500, but I do not believe that if the total product was divided among them they would be paid.  The whole amount of gold found in our state cannot be ascertained, because so much of it is remitted in bars to Europe.  Agents are constantly going about buying it up and some of the banks have resident agents for that purpose and to circulate their bills.  Wonderful tales are in circulation respecting the richness of the lands in Cherokee county, arising no doubt from the strict guard kept over it.  I heard it seriously said that a man could make $20 a week by crossing the river, filling his saddle-bags with earth and returning to this side to pan it.  A company have got a large flat in the Chestata[?], with iron buckets to scoop up the sand from the bottom, worked by horses, on the same principle as our dredging machine for deepening the river.  The sand is discharged on board and washed in the usual manner.  The boat is allowed to work only on the one side or half of the river, and I could learn nothing positive as to the successes of the scheme.  It is difficult to ascertain what are the actual profits of these adventurers.  I could not learn that any of them were getting rich, and I sincerely believe that if the only gold obtained was that in small particles through the rockers, many would soon abandon the pursuit; but it is the larger lumps of the glittering metal that are sometimes found that will make men mad and keep up the excitement.

It was told as a fact that about the time gold was first discovered, a person named Hernden of Elbert county, visited a tract he had drawn in Habersham, where finding it apparently of no value, gave it to his entertainer, Powel, for his night's lodging, and gave a written promise to execute titles.-- Shortly after gold was discovered on it, and Powel got $4000 for it.  The original owner threw no difficulty in the way when informed of its value but promptly and honestly made titles.  It now belongs to D. Blake, who gave $5,300 for it.  Many impositions have been successfully practised in the sale of lots by what is termed salting, that is a few penny weights of gold are judiciously sprinkled over those parts exhibiting the other decisive signs of its existence, so that as the proof is in, the "panning," the gold gold hunter must inevitably find some "particles" and bids accordingly.  A gentleman at whose house we staid one night was duped in this way, but now laughs at the deception as it only cost him a few hundred dollars.  He placed twelve hands at work, who after thirty days of incessant labor exhibited about $13 worth of gold as the result!  There being no possibility of proving deception there is no redress.

July 31, 2012

Pawnbroker Maxims, 1861


From the Providence Evening Press in Providence, RI on April 8, 1861:


The Pawnbroker's Golden Rule.--"If you expects to get on in this here world," said Mr. Cramp to Lorn, "you must look at both sides of everythink.  Man's natur is prone to deceive.  It ain't the gloss on a coat that makes it new; threadbare clothes is always the shiniest.  Handle folks as if they were the weskits and trowsies they comes to pop; hold 'em well up to the the light, try the strength of their scams and stitches, take care the moth ain't in 'em.  The uman art is full of wickedness, and all's not gold as glitters.  A man comes to you and says--so and so; don't trust him; plated goods ain't silver; if you wants to get at the real thing, test it with a strong mind and aquafortis.  Men's words is mostly outside show; they don't mean what they expresses; paste looks like diamonds till you gets at the foil that's under.
Never believe arf a man tells you, and don't offer more than a quarter what's asked.  Snakes often lies 'hid in the grass; they raises their painted 'eds and smiles; when a female puts a pledge in your 'and, look at the harticle, not 'er hies; think of the valley of the hobject, not of the 'oney that trickles from her tongue.  Charity begins at 'ome; 'arts is soft and 'eds is 'ard; you owes your duty to your 'ed; else what are you there for?  The simble of our profession is three gold balls, two at top and one at bottom.  When a man is in want, the world is two to one agin 'im; keep that in mind, when parties pops the necessaries of life--fire irons, bed furnitur', and all kinds of warrin' apparel--the more he wants, the less he's able to git.  Them's my maxims, and them's the pawnbroker's golden rule."-- Dudley Costello, in Bentley's Miscellany for February.

February 23, 2012

Dentist Used Fear of Tuberculosis to Attract Customers, 1910

I've had a request for more science and/or pseudo-science type articles, so here we go. This is a dentist's advertisement from the Tacoma Times of Tacoma, Washington on January 24, 1910:


TUBERCULOSIS

THE WHITE PLAGUE 

The war is on.  Are you in the fight? 
The scientists tell us that fresh air, pure food and rest are the most essential factors in combating this dread disease.  There can be no doubt but that the scientists are right, but there is something else that must be taken into consideration first.  It is a disease which affects ninety per cent of the population of the United States.  Caries, or decay of the teeth, is the disease referred to. 
The first step in digestion takes place in the mouth, and unless your teeth are in good condition the food will not be masticated properly, and no matter how pure it may be when it enters the mouth it will soon be contaminated; therefore, in order to get pure food into the stomach you must have a clean mouth.  Pure air! Would air be pure after passing through a sewer?  Hardly.  Look at your teeth.  Smell your own breath.  Some people would have to take air through a tube if they expected to get it into the lungs pure.
We must have rest.  Did you ever have an aching molar or an abscessed bicuspid?  Could you rest?  Not very long at a time.  If we are going to fight the white plague successfully we must also fight this most prevalent of diseases, decay of the teeth.  Children should be taken to the dentist as soon as the first teeth begin to erupt.  It is criminal negligence on the part of the parents to allow the baby teeth to decay.  On their proper care and attention depends the future health and happiness of the child. 
Yours for health and happiness, 

HUTCHINSON
Dentist

February 14, 2012

19th Century Recycling: The Utility of Refuse Things

From the Gazette Sentinel of Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville, Louisiana on April 20, 1861:

The Utility of Refuse Things
The prussiate of potash is made in large quantities in Cincinnati from the hoofs, horns and other refuse of slaughtered cattle. 
Cow-hair, taken from the hides in tanneries, is employed in making plastering-mortar, to give it a fibrous quality. 
Sawdust is sold for sprinkling the floors of markets.  It is also used for packing ice for shipping.
The rags of old worn out skirting, calico dresses, and the waste of cotton factories, are employed to make the paper upon which these lines are printed. 
Old ropes are converted into fine note paper, and the waste paper itself, which is picked up in the gutter, is again reconverted into broad, white sheets, and thus does duty in revolving stages.
The parings of skins and hides, and the ears of cows, calves, and sheep, are carefully collected and converted into glue. 
The finer qualities of gelatine are made from ivory raspings and the bones and tendons of animals. 
Bones converted into charcoal, by roasting in retorts, are afterwards employed for purifying the white sugar with which we sweeten our coffee. 
The ammonia obtained from the distillation of coal in making gas, is employed for saturating orchil and cudbear, in making the beautiful lilac colors that are dyed on silk and the fine woolen goods. 
Carbonic acid, obtained in the distillation of coal tar, is employed with other acids to produce beautiful yellow colors on silk and wool. 
The shavings of cedar wood, used in making pencils, are distilled to obtain the otto of cedar wood. 
Brass filings and old brass kettles are remelted, and employed to make the brass-work of printing presses and pumps. 
Old copper scraps are used in the construction of splendid bronze chandeliers, for illuminating our churches and the mansions of the wealthy. 
Old horseshoe nails are employed to make the famous steel and twist barrels of fowling-pieces.

December 1, 2011

World War II U.S. Ration Books One Through Four

Making an exception to my pre-1922 only rule, here are some high quality scans of U.S. World War II ration books.  I forgot to schedule a Thanksgiving post, so after the rabid consumerism many Americans display on Black Friday weekend (and throughout the Christmas shopping season), I think this topic is, in a way, highly relevant to the holidays.  As it says on many of the below pages:

"If you don't need it, don't buy it."

If only.

Rationing for the War in the United States began in 1942 and ended in 1946.   Ration Book One was issued in May 1942, Book Two in January 1943, Book Three in October of 1943, and Book Four towards the end of 1943.

These books were not the only rationing coupons issued by the U.S. government.  For more information and pictures about WWII rationing in the United States, please see this wonderful web page.

The below ration books belonged to Maude Elizabeth Haas Williams, of whom I shared a photograph in an earlier post.  As you can see from some of the ration books, she lists her age as 35.  Maude's husband Clarence did not serve in the war due to his age (52 according to his Book Two).  In late 1942, Clarence and Maude had a son.  Did you know they issued ration books to children, including infants? Their son John has one at age 2 months.

All four books are represented here for Maude as well as the cover of Book Two for her son John.  Stamps from Book One and Book Three are shown (the other two are empty).  Also included is a clipping from a newspaper of the Book Four Rationing Calendar.  This is the only item I have transcribed below.  

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November 25, 2011

A Description of Roatan Island, 1766

The following is a description of the island of Roatan, located off the coast of Honduras.  This is part of a larger work titled The West India Pilot by Joseph Smith Speer, first published in London in 1766.  Speer's work can be found in the LoC online map collection.


October 24, 2011

The Tragedy of the American Buffalo

Very large pile of American buffalo skulls, photo taken 1870.  Source: Wikipedia.

The word "pile" seems a hopelessly inadequate description for this image.

The American Buffalo almost went extinct in the nineteenth century due to people over-hunting them for food, clothing, and sport.  Only a few small herds managed to escape the extermination, creating a severe genetic bottleneck.  Worse, scientists have recently discovered that the genetic makeup of the majority of these herds are contaminated with cattle DNA.  (Unlike the progeny of donkeys and horses, the offspring of cattle and buffalo are generally fertile.)

The following is from the second chapter of The Overland Stage to California by Frank A. Root, published in 1901.   This chapter is actually about the Prairie ("the Great American Desert", as he refers to it), but talks in great detail about buffalo, which I have excerpted and arranged here.  Root was in Kansas Territory in the 1850s and '60s and drove overland stagecoaches during that time, and his book recounts many of his firsthand experiences.  You can view the book on google books for free if you wish to read this chapter, or the book, in its entirety.

CHAPTER II.
THE GREAT AMERICAN DESERT, HOME OF THE BUFFALO. 
The first buffaloes I ever saw were in the streets of Atchison.  It was in the early '60s, during the war; but after that I saw them on several occasions.  These were domesticated and yoked together, having been driven in by a ranchman from the Republican valley, hauling produce to the Atchison market.  They attracted considerable attention from the business men.  They seemed to travel all right, were extremely gentle, and, under the yoke, appeared to work quite as nicely as the patient ox.  Nothing particularly strange was thought about the matter at the time, when there were immense herds of buffalo roaming wild on the plains of western Kansas; but I never, after that year, saw any of the shaggy animals yoked and doing the work of oxen. 
The number of buffalo in the great West less than half a century ago was roughly estimated at from ten to twenty millions. Careful authorities put the number at fifteen millions.  They once existed in New York, a number of buffaloes having been killed in the western part of that state, near where the bustling commercial city of Buffalo is built, which will perpetuate the name of the now practically extinct American animal.  In western Pennsylvania, near the salt-licks, a number of buffaloes were found; and according to an early explorer, a few head were found in ... large numbers in Virginia.  According to early writers, they were found in the Carolinas and along the northeast coast of Georgia, the only record known of their existence on the Atlantic seaboard.  East of the Mississippi, they ranged south as far as northern Alabama and were found in places throughout Mississippi and Louisiana.  Large numbers abounded in Texas.  They were also found in the northern provinces of Mexico, New Mexico, a portion of Utah, and also in Idaho, Washington, and in the arctic circle as far north as Great Slave Lake.  ...   
A HERD OF BUFFALO ON THE PLAINS IN WESTERN KANSAS
Pg 26 of The Overland Stage to California by Frank A. Root (pub 1901)
History informs us they were found by Coronado on his march northward from Mexico as early as 1585, between the Missouri river and the Rocky Mountains; later they were found by Lewis and Clarke, Zebulon M. Pike, and Long, in the early part of the present century; still later by Fremont and others, who made tours of exploration through the great West.  Often they were seen by tourists and hunters in immense herds, numbering hundreds of thousands. ... 
... Daniel Boone, the famous Kentucky hunter, once found a herd of buffaloes in his state which numbered 1000 head.  That was then believed to be a big herd but it was not then known that there were herds numbering millions of buffalo grazing on the plains embraced in the region known as the "Great American Desert," lying between the Missouri and the Rockies. 
The pioneers of Kansas, particularly a number who settled on the frontier--along the upper valley of the Smoky Hill, Republican, Solomon and Saline rivers--practically owed their lives to the existence of the buffalo.  For years in the '60s a goodly portion of the meat consumed by those early settlers was cut from the carcass of the noble, shaggy animal which so long existed as monarch of the plains.  Thousands of people who at an early day went overland to Utah, Oregon and California drew their supply of meat from the buffalo.  Where this life-preserver was found, it was known that, by following their paths, nearby water would be found.  The principal article of fuel found on the frontier for cooking the meat of the buffalo was the dried excrement of the animal, known in early Kansas and Nebraska parlance as "buffalo-chips."  The buffalo was one of the noblest of all animals.  It seemed indispensable.  It furnished man with an abundance of the most wholesome meat; the hide was made into shoes and garments worn during the day, and it made a comfortable bed and supplied warm covering in or out of doors at night. 
The building of the Pacific railroad was made possible at so early a day simply because the buffalo existed.  From the mighty herds the vast army of railroad builders drew their daily supply of fresh meat, and thousands of the animals were annually slaughtered for food while pushing to completion, in the '60s, the great transcontinental line.  For a few years in the '70s the railways did an enormous business carrying East train loads of hides and buffalo bones, these for a number of years being the principal articles of commerce gathered from the plains.  For years the great West resembled a charnel-house. Losing their crops, the pioneer settlers gathered up the bleached bones that covered the land, and they were shipped to the carbon works in the East, for the sale of which enough was realized to enable them to pull through another season. ... 
... The last herd of buffalo I ever saw in the wild, native state was in the fall of 1870.  It was along the Kansas Pacific railroad, near the head waters of the Smoky Hill river.  The railroad had just been built, and the animals seemed terribly frightened at the cars.  In their mad race westward along the railroad, they actually kept up with the passenger-train, which was moving along from fifteen to eighteen miles an hour.  The race became exciting, and all the passengers--many of whom had never before seen a buffalo--held their breath in suspense.  It was noticed that the animals never changed their course, but kept steadily coming nearer the train, apparently determined to cross the track at the curve a short distance beyond.  Not caring for a collision which might possibly derail the train, the engineer gave up the race and whistled "down brakes," stopping within a few rods of the animals to let them cross.  A parting salute was given by some of the passengers, who emptied the chambers of their six-shooters among the beasts, but which they did not appear to mind any more than a blast from a toy pop-gun.  While these animals used to cover the prairies and plains of western Kansas and Nebraska in countless millions, hardly one of them is now left to remind us of the once noble and powerful herds originally known in the great West as "crooked-back oxen." 
The best meat we used to get on the frontier in the early days was buffalo.  The markets at Atchison, Leavenworth, Topeka and a number of other Kansas towns, as early as 1857 and for some years following, were often supplied with buffalo meat, brought in from central Kansas.  No beef, it was said, could excel, even if it could equal, that of the buffalo; especially the hump upon the shoulders, which was invariably spoken of as a choice morsel."  Rich, juicy buffalo steaks and superb roasts were as common in the '60s on the plains as were other fresh meats in the best of well-regulated city markets. ... 
... What a shame, what an outrage on civilization! that the buffalo ... was so ruthlessly slaughtered.  Millions of the shaggy beasts were indiscriminately shot down by the white man in the '60s and '70s apparently just for the "fun of the thing." 
I remember well in the early '60s, while residing at Atchison, when long ox trains, loaded exclusively with buffalo hides, frequently were brought in from the plains by freighters.  The wagons were unloaded on the levee and the skins shipped on board steamboats down the Missouri river for St. Louis and Cincinnati.  Later, I saw hundreds of wagon-loads of these skins on the plains, in 1863-'65, when riding on the overland stage along the Platte and Little Blue rivers.  Several years afterward such trains were frequent sights at various towns on the Missouri.  Most of the wagon trains bearing the cargoes of untanned robes from the "Great American Desert" were from the Platte valley; some bound for Omaha, some for Nebraska City, some for St. Joseph, and most of the balance for Atchison and Leavenworth.  Hundreds of wagon-loads of the skins from the plains went into Kansas City from the "Old Santa Fe Trail." ... 
... According to a writer in Harper's Magazine a few years ago, Fort Benton--a military post about 2500 miles up the Missouri from St. Louis--in 1876 along sent 80,000 buffalo hides to market.  Toward the close of their career on the plains the animals had divided into two great herds--the southern and northern.  The great southern herd, however, was the first to go, being practically extinct at the close of 1872.  A few straggling herds only, after that date, were to be found.  The early '80s was about the last seen of the wild buffalo of the plains, which a quarter of a century or more before was so numerous between the Missouri river and the Rocky Mountains.  The greatest slaughter of the beasts was in 1872-'74, when, it was estimated, the number slain ran up into the millions. 
Hundreds of the best shots from all over this country and Europe, in the early '70s, were on hand to take a farewell hung before the shaggy bison became extinct.  Scores of noted Nimrods came from England, Scotland, Russia, and Germany--in fact, from almost every part of Europe.  The Grand Duke Alexis, youngest son of Emperor Alexander, of Russia, with quite a numerous retinue, came with a party from St. Petersburg, and went on a tour through "Buffalo Land" in the winter of 1871-'72. ...  
... During the immense overland traffic in the early '60s, portions of the plains were fairly white with bones of the buffalo.  The animals had first been killed by the Indians for their food and robes, and later, millions of the shaggy beasts had been indiscriminately slaughtered by the white man just for sport, their carcasses left a prey for the wolves, and their bones to bleach by the wayside.  In the '50s and '60's their bones were scattered promiscuously in center localities for hundreds of miles in central and western Kansas, and between Fort Kearney and Julesburg along the Platte, as far back from the river as the eye could reach.  
No one seeing the apparently endless mass of bones even dreamed that any use would ever be made of them; but after the completion of the Union Pacific railway and its branches across the "Great American Desert," and, later, the building of the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe line into the Southwest, an immense new industry was early inaugurated in Kansas.  Kansas was the natural home of the buffalo, and, during the '70s, hundreds of merchants in the western part of the state had a regular trade established and did a lively business buying and shipping buffalo bones to Eastern markets.








October 15, 2011

"The War on the Northern Pacific"

From Harper's Weekly magazine on May 25, 1901, Volume XLV, No. 2318, comes this wonderful cartoon by W. A. Rogers and related article by Henry Loomis Nelson.  Many volumes of Harper's Weekly are available on google books, including this one (available here).  Click the images to enlarge.


"ESTABLISHING A "COMMUNITY OF INTEREST"
cartoon by W. A. Roger


The War on the Northern Pacific
By Henry Loomis Nelson

There is much confusion of rumor, and consequently much confusion of thought, touching the recent struggle, perhaps not yet concluded, for the control of the Northern Pacific Railroad.  As a stock-jobbing operation, the facts are clear and pretty well understood.  During the week which ended on the 4th of May, the healthful week when the abounding wealth of the country and its rich promise of prosperity expressed themselves in the stock quotations of the Exchange, Northern Pacific, in the language of Wall Street, was "one of the most active stocks."  It had been selling below 80 a few weeks prior to the general rise in prices, and now it went bounding up towards 120.  Some one, or some combination, was buying it in large quantities, and there was an apparent change of ownership in hundreds of thousands of shares.  Monday, the 6th of May, saw a continuation of this buying, and there began what seemed to be, and was, a struggle for the possession of the road.  Stocks went in response to the eager demands for it, and finally Mr. Keene, seeing the effort that was being made, and knowing that prices must go up until the sellers begged for mercy, helped along the movement by becoming an auxiliary buyer.  When the stock broke, it had once reached, for a moment, the price of $1000 per share for the common stock of the road.  Thousands of shares had been sold which did not exist.  Money was borrowed at astonishing rates of interest, and small fortunes were paid for the loan of Northern Pacific stock.  Loss and ruin visited hundreds of rash speculators, but no so many as would have been caught under like conditions at any other moment in the history of the Stock Exchange.  Then the question rose as to who controlled the road.  The effort to buy it away from the control of J. Pierpont Morgan & Co. and Mr. Hill was made by Kuhn, Loer, & Co., Mr. Jacob Schiff being the active partner in the transaction, the firm representing the Union Pacific Railroad interest, at the head of which is Mr. Harriman.  Which of these parties controlled the road at the end of the contest is a question still unsettled.  The aggressive war was made upon the Morgan-Hill management, who still believe that they own and influence enough stock, as the stock account stands, to maintain themselves.  The others deny this, and assert that they possess a majority of the stock.  Mr. Hill neither bought nor sold a share during the excitement, and no one of his men who are of his party, and who are in his confidence, yielded to the temptation to part with a share of his stock while the high prices prevailed.  It may require the revelations of the natural annual meeting to determine the control of the property.

September 24, 2011

Cartoon: A Lesson About Personal Bias

This comes from the satirical magazine Puck, Volume 22, No. 508. on January 25, 1888.  This is available on google books here.  Click to enlarge.

One great reason why people are slow in learning the truth is found in the distorted medium through which they are accustomed to look.  The man who lives surrounded by the thick, foggy atmosphere of a political party can hardly be expected to see things as they appear when viewed in the clear ether from an independent standpoint.  When we seek impressions from the mirrors which our mentors, whether of the stage or of the press, hold up to nature, if the mirror be not an exact plane, we shall get queer and wrong ideas.  And it is not reasonable to expect correct judgements when the men whose interest is to show us things as they are not are ever holding up for us the concave or convex glass which show us things only as they wish them to appear.

 


THREE MIRRORS HELD UP TO NATURE.

1) This is the American Workingman as the Protectionists say he would be if it were not for the Tariff.
2) This is what they say the Tariff makes of him.
3) But We think the Tariff Reform Mirror does him justice.




September 21, 2011

Wireless Telegraphy and the RMS Titanic

The RMS Titanic, as we all know, was seen as the foremost in ship-building technology when it launched in April of 1912.  Although much attention in the aftermath of the Titanic disaster focused on the failures of technology, The Day Book of Chicago, Illinois on April 17, 1912, two days after the Titanic sank, illustrates how another technological innovation of the day allowed for there to be any survivors at all.

Story in Picture of How Wireless Waked The Midnight Sea
Californian, Virginian, Prinz Frederick Wilhelm, Olympic
Prinz Adelbert, Baltic, Carpathia, Mauretania, Cincinati, Parisian

The Day Book, Chicago, IL - Apr 17, 1912

Although the steamer Titanic sank before help arrived, one of the most remarkable features of the disaster was how the great liner's dying call for help by wireless telegraphy awakened the midnight sea.  "S. O. S." (Send out Succor) flashed out over the silent wastes shortly before 11 o'clock.  Every few minutes the air waves carried "S. O. S." until 12: 17, when it stopped.  But in that hour and a half the cry for help was picked up by a dozen ships--ships that turned from their courses and sped under forced draught to the spot in the old ocean where grim tragedy was at work.  The picture illustrates how the sea responded.